I had 20 on the schedule for this morning. I had a whole post planned about getting through a long run solo after I had such a great 18 miler last weekend. I was feeling like a badass, and I was confident. Got a so-so night of sleep, got up and got dressed, and started assembling all my stuff and a little voice said “come with us?” (translation: I want to go on the run with you.”. Mike didn’t show any signs of life, and I felt like a jerk if I said “wake up and deal with this child”, so come with us it was.
I left 30 minutes later than planned with all the extra snack gathering and redoing Jaspy’s dinosaur “tattoos” that he requested the night before (done with a Sharpie, if goths can use it for eyeliner, little boys can use it for tattoos). Anyhow, off we went. My longest run with a stroller ever is 8 miles. We usually do about 6-7. I was hoping I could push it past 10 today and then have less than 10 on my own. We saw tons of deer out and a took the wetlands trails and saw a mass take off of about 20 egrets. Sharing these moments with my little boy is something special, as I have always believed there are special rewards for those who get up before sunrise. The stroller slows me down some and I started thinking 20 was going to take awhile. Jaspy and I sang songs and had a wonderful time together. 10.5 miles later, we hit the house. This time I did scream for Mike to wake up and deal with the child, since the longer I stayed at home the less appealing 10 more miles in the heat seemed. Did I mention it was super humid?
Anyhow, the black and white one (aka Pancake) was dancing and wimpering around me. She clearly wanted a run. Uggg, more delay as I search for the leash and get her out the door. I finally break into a rhythm and a poop break stops it (Pancake’s break, not mine). We do 4 miles together and it is mostly wonderful. Pancake is 13 and I know her days of running are numbered. And running with a border collie is watching pure joy in front of your eyes. They love it. But it was hot. And humid. At one point I might have decided to go online when I was done and look for jobs in Colorado. I also might have fantasized about popsicles.
The start/ stopping run was taking its toll. 10 miles with a stroller ain’t no joke. Did I already mention the humidity? I made myself a deal: 20 miles or 3 hours whichever comes first. I knew good and well 3 hours probably would since both my partners create a slower pace. But in my head I convinced my it was just as good as 20 miles.
I got home, shoved Cake in the door and yelled “Dropping off the black and white one!”, and headed out for another at least 4 miles. This is where I thought the run was Suckville. By now the sun is glaring, and I KNOW there is coffee waiting at home since I smelled it on drop off #2. I managed 18.2 and called it. 10 + miles pushing a stroller, plus 8 more, in the summer still = badass territory. Not that I think I am anything but a very tired, headachy, dork who will end up sleeping in compression socks tonight. But I’m counting this one. Long run box checked.