I made note of an odd confluence in my numbers yesterday as I was inputting my data. Since starting this training I have logged exactly fifty runs. And the sum total for distance on all those runs is nearly-exactly two hundred kilometers… well, 200.2 KM to be precise. So, for those not mathematically challenged, its interesting to note that my run distance average is exactly 4.0 KM per run.
This, of course, was generously nudged up Sunday morning by that schmozz of a running adventure. Albeit, it should be noted that a quick headcount of those attending — those starting out from the store at eight-thirty yesterday morning — was certainly a community-record topping out at thirty-one runners. It might have had something to do with that.
I was informed we were doing a 9 KM run.
The thing is, with 31 runners, you get a big mix of goals and abilities. I’m getting faster and I’ve been running with some of the folks who have bolder aspirations of time and distance. One of the guys who I’ve been teaming up with lately has not only gone from being my counterpart penquin (when I first met him a couple years ago) to Speed Racer, but he has also gone from being roughly my physical build to dropping 45 pounds and improving his overall health by levels of awesomeness I cannot yet imagine. We have similar pace. And we’ve got that whole thing happening where we egg each other on, push each other a bit harder, and get that extra few steps out of the other. It’s the right type of running buddy to have.
We got ahead of our own group and ended up pacing the faster, Full Marathon folks. Then we missed a turn and followed them on THEIR Sunday distance. They were doing a thirteen kilometer jaunt, and fast. With hills. And summer decided to arrive about forty-five minutes into this little adventure.
Top this epic trial off with the fact one of the gals from our group had made the same — perhaps worse — poorly choosen assumption of her distance abilities as we did, and followed us on the full marathoners route. Running bud and I were looping back and forth to keep her connected with the group and then suddenly — her irrational exhausted mind surely to blame — she bailed on the run, opting for a shortcut: Without telling us!
So there we are, about ten klicks into this run, a bunch more to go, the sun beating down full on, and neither of us had a drop of water to our names anymore. We’re jogging in circles looking for this girl, hoping she didn’t collapse into the trees in the river valley, before finally getting a clue from a passing elderly couple out for a stroll that they thought they’d seen someone matching her description walking off down a side street.
Of course, by this point we’d lost the rest of our quasi-group, and were doing our best to figure out where we could head them off and meet up again, and we’re trucking along at a stupid-fast (for us) clip trying to zig and zag through the neighborhoods to find a slightly shorter route back.
We re-connected with the group at about the same time my watch hit 13.2 KM. I was starting to really feel it at this point. And we still were not quite in sight of the store. It was all I could muster to climb that last little rise up to the parking lot where I could justifiably walk it in. When I finally stopped the timer on my watch I’d clocked a painful 13.76 KM (unknowingly nudging my total just over the 200 KM mark, apparently) and proceeded to find a new friend in the water fountain at the store.
It also turns out it was my fastest paced run of that distance. Ever. So, yeah …the training continues.
Those following the “mega-goal” progress will note that 200 KM (on the included map) brings me from near my house, down the QE2 highway, nearly all the way to Olds, Alberta. There’s still time to give me some virtual destination ideas for after I reach Calgary. Comment below.