I started the run just before 8:00am. I think I waited too long to start the run. Although it wasn't super-hot, it was sunny and the sun was really beating down and making me hot. Right from the start my legs felt dead. They've felt dead now for over a week. Yet, I was easily into a sub-8:50 pace by mile 2. Because I was doing this run on a weekday, I was doing this run all alone. That also meant that I was carrying my own water and nutrition. In case you care, I take one gel every 4 miles starting at mile 4. I drink only water and I drink it every mile. I use a Nathan water belt which holds two, 10 oz. water bottles, so I have to refill my water bottles at least twice during a 20 miler. But enough about that crap...onto the run.
I started my run through the neighborhood so I could get in a little extra mileage instead of going 10 miles out and 10 miles back. Things started okay as I mentioned above. The legs felt dead but the pace was going well. I was hot but at least there was a breeze in my face on the way out. The course goes, basically, uphill for the way out and downhill for the way in. Now it's not hilly-hilly, but looking at a chart of it, you can see it's definitely uphill.
I kid you not, but 8 miles I had had enough of this run. This is usually my sweet spot of a run and I was already struggling. Oy! Nonetheless, I put one foot in front of the other and turned around at 10-1/2 miles. Usually I would throw myself some good pity parties when I'm feeling this beat up on a run, but instead I tried to use mantras to get myself back in gear, like "Just Run and Get It Done." And my new favorite, "Somebody's got to be the best, so why not me?"
Fifteen miles was my last water refill stop and this stop just about broke me. I knew I had 5 miles left but did I really need those last five miles? I mean, there were still three other 20 milers on the schedule, plus I had a really successful 18 miler last week. We could just throw this one away.
But I didn't. I literally told my legs, out loud, to shut up and on my way I went. It wasn't pretty and I was certainly doing the marathon shuffle (although the pace was holding steady), but I got it done.
20 miles, 2:51:07, 8:33 pace
Looking a little salty after the run.