Yeah, so I ran 18 miles yesterday and negative split by four minutes!
In the rain!
With no socks!
Running backwards (lie)!
Apologies for the excessive use of exclamation points, but holymotherofgod, this was the best run I’ve ever had in my LIFE.
Can you believe it? I can’t.
The first nine was in 1:38:47 and the second nine (okay, nineISH) was in 1:34:01. Did you see that last mile? I have no idea how that even happened. I felt like I was on air. I had this dopey grin on my face and I was singing and dancing. I hardly even hurt today.
I made a pit stop at my regular porta-potty with four miles to go and shot this very special video for you with my ipod. You better appreciate it, damn it, because I look disgusting.
Keep in mind this is before I had my epiphany-ish last four miles, so I was still pretty discouraged about having to run home in the rain. And I was seriously soaked already.
Sidenote: My mom would like for me to point out that, while she does have a very well-developed sense of humor, she thinks filming a video in a porta-potty is just inappropriate and not funny at all. I’ll let you decide.
I did end up losing the socks after I left the john. I think it’s part of what contributed to the wonderfulness of those last four miles. All I could think about was squish, squish, squish, so I sat down under an awning and took the socks off. I put them on my hands! Warmy.
I knew I was running faster than normal – I just felt good – but I didn’t realize how fast because I had the socks on my hands and my sleeve was covering ye olde garmin.
Finally I took a peek around mile 17 and nearly shat. OH! Did I just jinx myself by looking? Nope. Kept running. Faster even.
A dude in a big truck honked at me, and not having any opposable middle digits handy, I did the next best thing and stuck my tongue out at him. But joyfully.
After running, I showered up and we took my parents to Upland’s Indy tasting room for a couple of flights. I took the opportunity to fill up on some Dragonfly IPA. I used the growler we got in Germany and had fun watching the girls at Upland exclaim over its funky shape.
After that we went to the Brugge Brasserie for mussels, fries and beers.
Get a load of that person behind us; I want what she’s having.
We’re off to do some more parental stuff. I’ve had about four mimosas, which I’m hoping is just the right level of buzzed for antique shopping.
Peace y’all –