Having spent about three and a half hours running an ultra-style half marathon yesterday, the first actual bibbed, chipped, other-people-on-route race I’ve run in nearly two years, I was feeling very tired.
thru local trails & the river valley
Edmonton is home to an amazing, contiguous network of natural areas connecting a large portion of the city through paved, gravel, and single-track trails alongside the river, various connected feeder creeks, and misfit collection of parks. One can literally run fifty klick races through these trails and never see a traffic light or intersection. I can reach this network within a klick or two of most places I start my training runs.
As I set out to run my regular Sunday training run, building towards that October marathon I had lingering in the back of my mind, I was contemplating the small but still-possible chance that somehow, come Thanksgiving weekend, I'd be travelling to Chicago to lace up for a 42.2 klick jaunt through the windy city. It was a though simultaneously nerve-wracking, daunting, and yet motivating.
(now with 100% more snakes!)
The quest to run in less-frequented sport around the city continues, and so we met in the parking lot of the zoo which conveniently borders a local park and connects with a core corridor of trails and paths along the river. Our eight klick adventure took us through the dog park and across a bridge where we did a full lap around one of the city's crown jewel locations, Hawrelak Park, the long way and back approximately the same way we came in.
Oh, and there were snakes.
Day twenty three, and my daily streak (though technically still going strong as I write this) is a thing I’m ready to drop.
We ran over an hour and a half through pouring rain today.
I bonked in the heat yesterday.
After logging the distance of more than three full marathons in three weeks I could really use a day off.