3 August 2009
I was in KC all last week for work. I actually got up on Tuesday with plenty of time to run, but was chased back to the hotel by lightening streaking down around me. I ended up with about 2.5 miles for that day. I slept in the next day as we were starting earlier, and not finishing until after dinner. I hoped I might be able to get in an hour run between meetings and dinner, and as the day wound down it looked promising. Then one of the students said, "I'd love to go for a run." I've had great experiences, so far, running with others, and I said, "Meet you in the lobby." As we started our run I said, "So how far do you want to go?" He said, "I don't care. I run almost every day. About a mile." A mile. Singular. Okay... We ended up running 2.5 miles which, I later learned, almost killed him.
I got home late on Thursday and missed my chance to run on Friday morning. Friday evening was thunderstorms again, so I set my sights on 6 for Saturday and 10 for Sunday.
Saturday: Got going quite late. Figured i
t would give me a chance to see what it would be like if I run the Tour de Pain next weekend. The Tour is three races in 24 hrs. in Jax. The first is a 4 mile beach run on Friday at 7:30 PM. The next morning at 7:30 AM is a 5 K, followed by a one mile run at 4:30 the same afternoon. The 6 miles I did at 7:30 AM about killed me. Ran out of water, ran out of steam. But I finished. I've become worried about what will happen if I run into this kind of weather in Chicago. What if it's hot, and at mile 5 I'm about dead? I've never done the stop and walk thing to get a boost. I've always just finished. Could I walk and recover enough to keep going? Interestingly enough I found out.
Sunday morning: I got an earlier start, but not much. It was 78 when I started. I felt good for the first few miles, but the heat was building quickly. I detoured away from the beach. There was less of a breeze, but the houses still
created some shade. That helped a lot. At just over three miles, I passed a woman walking five dogs. They all seemed happy to be out on their morning walk, but I moved to the middle of the road anyway. As I passed, one of the dogs lunged and bit me on my left thigh. I stopped and looked. It was already swelling, and blood was dripping out of it.
Great.
The woman was mortified. The dog was the youngest, and had never done anything like that before. (of course) I got her name and confirmed that the dog had its rabies vaccination, and told her I'd contact her if I needed to go to the hospital.
I thought about going home. That would have been wise. You know, wash out the bite, apply antibiotic ointment. The thought of how m
uch I'd already skipped that week turned me around, and I plodded on. The wound wasn't too bad, but within a quarter mile I had to return to the beachside path. The heat was on. I tried to ration my water, and I did okay until about 6.5 miles. I really hit the wall then. I slowed to 10+ min/mile, but was breathing hard. I cut back into the shade of the houses as soon as I could, but by then the sun was pushing over the low brush and only the tops of the houses provided any shade at all. No breeze. Still going. Now at 11 min/mile. My leg began to throb. And finally, I walked.
This was the easy part. It felt great to slow down. My breathing evened, and my head cleared within a few hundred yards. Now for the hard part. Start running again. This is where I find out if I can make it. Start running. Run. Now.
I started going again, and it hurt worse than I thought it would. Then, after only a hundred yards or so it got a little easier. I ran, not fast, but I ran another half mile. Then I walked again. Then I ran again. I finished the last mile at a jog. Slowest time ever, but I made it. I finished the run, and felt like I could handle another of the possible pitfalls waiting for me in Chicago. Now I know how it feels to hit the wall, regroup and keep going. And keep
going.
Turned out the dog bite was pretty deep, but it's doing okay now. Not too much swelli
ng and doesn't look like it will get infected. 11 years as a vet and the worst bite I get is running on a Sunday morning.

Oh, yeah. Stats:
6.2 miles
57:09
9:13/mile
10.0 miles
1:39:59
10:00/mile
Mike runnin' on empty, but runnin' on.