10.6 miles
1 hour 35 minutes
Mid 80's around 6pm
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On this, my longest run so far, I was optimistic and prepared. I set out the door and off around 6pm, leaving the above map for Nicki to see in case I was attacked by annoying North-siders or succumbed to the distance. I decided to forego the normal isometric stretching routine that I usually perform after my first 10 minutes (I've been running in 10 minute intervals, walking for a minute thereafter before running again, as prescribed by the Team to End AIDS training program). Instead, I started out my run with some warmup exercises I used to do in soccer, all motion-based, during a slow first ten minutes. I think this is what kept me going the whole way.
I had a good route picked out which took me along the river, as you can see, from Devon all the way to Irving Park. As suspected, its a great stretch to run. There's water fountains periodically throughout the parks, people doing sports, grass, and a persistent smell of the fetid waters of the Chicago river. All in all, totally pleasant. I even ran into one of the nurses I work with running the other direction.
By about mile 8, though, my hip was hurting and my knees felt achy. Then less than a mile from home, running down Berteau Ave. underneath the Brown Line, a strange thing started happening. I noticed my vision becoming kind of myopic and weird sensation of detachment. Was this runner's high? I do not know, as I don't indulge in runner's drugs(PCP?).
But after getting home and inhaling some delicious food that Nicki made before going to work, I felt WAY better than I had when I walked through the door. I decided this strange sensation was probably more like extreme hypoglycemia, as in my body deciding not to work because it didn't have enough "nutrients." I have a very obstinate body, it seems.
10 mile barrier overcome.
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