A mountain run with no water

I made it.  I ran the mountain twice in a row.  1.5 miles to the mountain, 2 miles up, 2 miles down, 2 miles up, 2 miles down and 1.5 miles back to the car.

That was a run!

A couple things.  At the end, my legs felt like I had run a marathon.  In fact I actually hit a wall with just about a mile left to go.  I was shot and could barely seem to lift one leg in front of the other.

All in all it went well, with one HUGE exception.

Hydration.

I didn’t.  I didn’t drink much on Saturday.  I didn’t drink any water on Sunday before my run.  This wasn’t on purpose, I just forgot.  I also didn’t take anything with me on the run and there are no water fountains except near my car.

Not good.

I debated stopping after my first time up the mountain, but this would be the only time I could get this run in and it would be 13 miles which seems to be to be close to half marathon distance. 🙂  (My half is in 2 weeks, so next Sunday I’ll just run my normal run.)

I debated running back to the car, but that would add another 1.5 miles on to my run and I honestly wasn’t up for a 14.5 mile run.

So I just ran.

It went well other then my freaking out.  I didn’t want to overdue it.  I didn’t want heat exhaustion.  If I could just find some water.  I prayed, “Lord, if you could use a raven to bring Elijah food, could you please get me some water”.

The top of the mountain, the second  time up, I saw two women looking at a map of the park.  They had WATER in their backpacks.  Now, I am very aware that a guy, covered in salt from dried sweat is probably not going to be well received by a couple of women minding their own business.  I was a bit desperate.  I went up to them and asked nicely if they had any water I could drink.  One looked at me and said, “Do you know where you are?”  I thought, “Do I look that disoriented?”  I replied, “Yes, I run up here a lot”.  She said, “Great, because we are lost”.

So I told them how to get to the falls and they shared about a half a cup of water with me.

Then it was back down the mountain and to my car.

The last 1.5 miles were brutal.  It had gotten near 80 outside and my legs were shot.  I had almost nothing to give, but I refused to stop running (If you can call a 11:00 pace running).  I thought, “If I can run 13 miles up and down a mountain, I can handle a hilly half marathon in Nashville.”

I finally got to the water fountain and drank for about a minute.  I poured water on my had so it would keep my head cool and then ran the last half mile to the car.

13.1 miles in just over 2:09.  Not bad for 1200 feet elevation and in my old PureFlow’s.

Then I saw it!  The Gatorade machine.  It was like an oasis.  I got money out of my car, and filled it with quarters.  I pressed the button… and nothing happened.  I pressed all the drink buttons… Nothing happened.  It was a mirage.  On top of that, it took my money. 😦

I can’t complain.  I’m glad I made it back and I had 2 waters in the car.  I’m sore today, but it is a good sore.  I feel like I accomplished something big and I was satisfied that I gave it all I could.

Next time I’ll hydrate!!!

Tom

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The best mountain run ever

I’ve been missing for a few days.  Don’t know if you noticed…

It started Saturday morning when I woke up with a slight feeling in my sinuses.  I decided to walk the dog and jog a few miles with her so as to not over do my workout.  My goal was to get to the mountain Sunday morning.

Sunday morning I awoke with a little more “sick” feeling in my sinuses, but it went away and I went out to run the mountain.  I started out this time with RS.  He doesn’t like running much with other people, but we went about a mile together and he stopped to stretch and I went on.

This run was the best of my 4 mountain runs so far.  It was tough as usual.  800 feet of elevation in 2 miles with only one down hill section on the way up and that is near the beginning.  The wild thing was that I got to the top and was actually surprised that it came so soon.  I had run this 3 times prior, but this time it seemed much easier.  I credit some of that to it being 55 degrees and low humidity, but also the fact that these runs are really beginning to kick in some strength.

At the top and there is about a half mile of a slight gradient, but it is mostly flat.  As I ran, I looked at my watch and I was running between a 7:30 – 8:00 pace.  Shock.  I had just run up a mountain and I was able to run at a pace between my half marathon and 5k pace. Just a few weeks ago I was running about a 10:00 pace in this same place.  I took a moment to take a picture for my “I’m on top of the world” post and went back down the mountain and to the car.  I must say, this was possibly my most fun training run of my short two years.  I am not one to like workouts or to like hill runs, but this is a literal mountain and it is so cool to run it and see such progress.

Later that afternoon I started feeling lousy.  Just achy and tired.  I attributed it to not eating or drinking enough earlier in the day, but Monday I would find out when I woke up that it was not due to that, I was sick.

I spent two days in bed and went to the doctor and finally started feeling a bit better yesterday.

No running since Sunday, but at least I have a fun last run to remember.  I won’t run again until I feel better.  I am still congested and achy a bit. Hopefully I’ll be back in full swing this weekend.

Tom