I was in SLC for parties and Easter, so I decided that I would rather run 20 miles with Sasha and the posse then by myself. What is another 30 mins of driving anyway?
For the first 13.1 miles, we (Sasha, Steve, Jeff, Tyler)paced/urged/annoyed/mocked/threatened/ignored and any other tactic known to man to motivate Josse to improve on her time over the Moab Half Marathon. It was redemption day. She came through with close to a 4 min improvement. Pretty good.
After dropping Josse off, we hit the road again for 7 more. Steve and Sasha wanted sub 6 pace. I said I would hang on as long as I could. I made it 3. By then, my IT band had flared up and was actually hurting. It progressed beyond annoying and moved into the hurt stage. So I pulled the plug and let them go. (In reality, I was dying and slowing them down anyway so it was easy to say "leave me on the side the trail while I curl up into a ball" or something similar). My splits for the 3 miles were: 5:52, 5:35, 5:47. Once I slowed back down to 7 min pace, the leg started to feel better. I ended the run coasting in at 7:15-7:30 pace.
T-2:19:06 (6:57) 155 ave 178 max
After the run, I got scrapped by Josse. Painful, yet very much needed. I am proud of my deep purple bruising now. My in-laws think I am even dumber though. Not only do I run 20 miles by choice, but I inflict pain ("Bruising by Josse" would be a good name for a buisness) by scrapping after. It feels pretty sweet right now though. Thanks Josse. | 