Having worked all my hours for the week by Thursday afternoon, I took Friday to get my long run done for the week. On the schedule this week, yet another 20 miler. This time the pace was marathon pace plus 30 seconds - 8:19 pace. I got up at the same time as Dave, 6:30am, and was out the door by 7:30. I thought the heat wouldn't be bad yet but I was wrong. I was barely a mile into my run and it was HOT and humid already. I did a small loop of the neighborhood and headed home to drop off the shirt and just run in a sports bra. I rarely do this, but desperate times require desperate measures. :) A quick reply of sunscreen and I was out the door again.
Because it took me forever (11-1/2 miles) in my last 18 miler to reach the pace, I decided to start out a little quicker in this run and hold on for dear life. Things actually went pretty well. I reached a sub-8:30 around 7.5 miles and by 11 miles I was already hanging out at a 8:24. Pace seemed to be going well today, but it was the heat, well more like the humidity, that was kicking my butt. By 10 miles into the run I could wring out my shorts. That was about the time the sun decided to come out and make everything even worse. I could feel the heat coming off the pavement and the breeze felt like a furnace fan. Around 13 miles in, I needed a break. I decided to take in more water and stop at each mile for a water break. I was really suffering in the heat. It felt like my insides were cooking. Despite all that, the pace was falling and I was hanging out right where I was supposed to be at a 8:19 with four miles to go. Here, I got tough and slogged through a few more miles. With one mile to go, I didn't think I could get any hotter. I stopped at the drinking fountain, filled both my water bottles (10 ounces each) and poured them directly over my head. It was refreshing for a moment and then it was time to get the last mile done.
20 miles - 2:45:XX, 8:17 pace.
Two more 20 milers to go...