I was too exhausted yesterday to think about and write this passage.
Saturday, the DFMC group met in Waltham at the Boston Sports Club, where the Celtics have their training facilities. Another good turnout, about 100 runners. About 19 degrees, with a light breeze. I dressed adequately for the cold, except I didn't cover my face or smear it with vaseline and the windchill caused my face to go numb. When talking to others, I was slurring all my words. The course wound through some great scenic roads in Lincoln with lakes, historic homes. There were also some killer hills, the steepest of which always went down first, and you knew that you would just have to climb back up them upon return.
It felt kind of natural to run a bit faster than the 15 miles I ran last week, except that at about 17 miles, I started seeing "blue spots" around the corners of my eyes. I knew I was reaching my limit with just 1 long hill left to climb. I made it up the hill almost back to the start and walk it off to the finish, running a total of 17.9 miles in 2hours, 47minutes.
The bad news is that I felt completely spent, kind of ill when done; the good news is that after about 15 minutes of cooling down and stretching I felt half back to normal.
And within a couple hours the appetite returned, eating muffin, pasta, juice, then burger, fries, potato chips, fries, onion rings, salad, and finally ice cream. If you like eating, which I do, then running does enable a bit of splurging...but I'm looking to eat plenty of the right foods to re-fuel.
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