Ironman worthy sufferfest
So I went out for my long run today. 2 hours and I only managed a little over 11 miles. Not a great pace but hey it was an LSD day with plenty of emphasis on the S part.
Everything started out OK. My calves were a little shot from the get go due to some intense rides and runs this week. But the hills around here!! You can't get away from them. I dressed knowing I would get warm on the hills, minimally layered. I was comfortable for the first hour. Then an easterly wind kicked up and it was coooooollllllddd! I had a wind breaker fleece vest on but my arms and legs got numb pretty quickly. I kept chugging away. By the time I was on my last 10 min all I could think about was Duck on Wheels' avatar - eek eek the hills.
DH had a smoothy ready for me when I got home. I love him so much. I took a hot shower and now I'm cozied under my down quilt, with my toque (wollen beanie for you non-Canadians) on, trying to stop shivering.
Well, it was tough, but it's over. Now I just have to ride 3.5 hours tomorrow. It's supposed to be miserable, so I guess I'll be watching Lord of the Rings on the trainer.