For starters, my name, The Red Kenyan, is dripping with irony.
This blog is a document of one average runner's struggle with the marathon, and distances beyond.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Sweet Smell of Success
So, it's sunday. The day of rest. Well, for me, anyway. I do my long run on saturdays during the football season. Gotta watch the Packers when I can. Yesterday's 10 miler was strange. It was run on the streets. I'm beginning to alternate my long runs between trails and the roads. When I started, my legs felt rubbery, and my lungs felt a bit heavy. I looked at my watch to discover I was running nearly an 8 minute mile, which is a bit brisk for my long run. I kept on it, and gradually, around mile 6 or 7 I finally felt warmed up and like I was hitting my stride. So much so in fact, that I ran the last mile or so around 7:15/mile. Picture it: chugging along I've got 8 miles under my belt, I'm suckin' wind and I run through a neighborhood where they've put manure on their lawns. I was able to avoid a curtain call by my breakfast, but it was pretty gross. I could kind of taste it. A sweet smell. Eeesh.
My back is tight again. It's my hips. I think the road running is harder on my hips than the trails are.