15 miles, Cambridge, Boston, Charlestown, 35 degrees F
This was my first long run that extended beyond the half-way mark. I’ve run a few 15 milers before when training for half marathons. None of those runs went quite as well as this one. One previous 15-miler memorably ended in me fainting in my kitchen and waking up to my roommate trying to feed me raisins. Usually, that is, I am burnt out by 15.
NOT THIS TIME, I am happy to report. The run was one of those magical runs where I had no trouble with pacing, joint pain, cramping, low energy or anything that inevitably comes up after running for hours. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, I was even smiling, as I had that rare but wonderful thought, “This is why I run. This is what I’m meant to be doing.” Besides the ice and an enormous hawk on the Esplanade, the run was otherwise completely unremarkable. I was spoiled enough to arrive at my boyfriend’s house to a surprise array of some of my favorite foods he’d prepared for me. The Patriots didn’t fare as well as I did this Sunday, but hey, you can’t win ’em all.
Fashion notes: Today I am rocking my thermal tights, a tech jacket over a long sleeved tee and handmade leg warmers over minimalist shoes. On top we have a bandana for the horrible icy wind gusts and overall Boy Scout look. My hat is a New England Sports Committee Motocross hat that belongs to my dad. I may or may not ever give it back- there are so few hats that fit my noggin. Not pictured are my mittens and gross ponytail.