I took the day off from work today-- I'm a little burnt out after this hurricane season. I goofed off, read about a hundred pages of John M. Barry's excellent Rising Tide about the Mississippi flood of 1927, and generally didn't do much. After lunch with Sònia I was pretty set that I was going to take a nice long nap.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
But something odd happened. I remembered I meant to run with some friends from the State Department at 6:30 pm. It was 2:30. I thought, I could go for a really long run and meet up with them after.
Before I knew what I was doing I had headed out the door. I wasn't sure how long I would go out, but I had just under four hours before I met up with my friends. I headed out to the Rock Creek Park trail and entered the old Capital Crescent Trail in Georgetown. I was feeling good then, just enjoying being outdoors. It rained a little-- I always have loved running in the rain.
I turned off on Massachusetts Avenue and hit the first hills of the run right at about an hour and a half. I was unhappy about this. I started to question the wisdom of my decision to run this far, my own sanity, and whether I was a good person or not. About then I saw a CVS, where I stopped and had a Clif bar and some Gatorade. Suddenly everything seemed brighter. Hunger is bad, real bad.
I basically looped around through Georgetown until I finally ended up at State where I met up with my friends, Kevin, Mother, and Richard. Kevin and Mother were feeling fast, and Richard wanted to take it easy, so I hung with him. We chugged along for about a half an hour. After that we went for a huge plate of burritos at Santa Fe in Rosslyn.
In the end I had run about three and a half hours. Had I gone for about 15 minutes more I would have been out as long as I was for the Marine Corps Marathon in 1990. I'm stiff-- but nowhere near as destroyed as I was after the Marathon. I wonder why that is. Probably be sore tomorrow, though.