Easy runs of 5-8 miles and long early morning strolls along the rocky shores of the cape cod bay.
No long runs, no hard runs, and one race (Falmouth). This is NOT great preparation for the NYC marathon that I will be running (and probably walking too!) on Nov. 1. I guess I was having too much fun at my beloved summer home and community. Besides, the older I get the more I really, really hate the heat.
Despite my slow time at Falmouth, I had a fabulous time as not only did my oldest daughter (a cross-country/track girl) join me, but my husband Brian also ran his very first road race!! The guy has become an exercise machine over the last 6 months, losing 25 pounds and actually enjoying his running workouts. Go figure!
While I was somewhat pleased that I could still run Falmouth under a 7 minute/mile pace, I suffered from the "throw up" stomach after pushing up the last hill...probably 1/4 mile from the finish. I took a short walking break at that point, clenching my stomach while gagging and desperately hoping that I wouldn't puke on the feet of runners or spectators. Not a pretty sight or pretty finish to the race, but I was able to pick up the pace for the last few hundreds BEFORE I saw Barry the Liver Guy at the finish who would have completely yelled at me to see me walking. Whew!
Very happy to finish that race!
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Sounds like your body got sick of running for a moment!
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