
My route choice meant that not only did I have to endure the wind three times, but I also had to climb the 4th street stairs twice. The first climb was pretty easy. The second, after running for 9 miles, not so much. I got to the top sounding like I was doing a caricature of someone out of breath.
At about 11 miles my legs really started to hurt and later, as my desired completion time of 1:58:00 came and went, I threw yet another obscenity-laden curse out at the wind. I staggered over the finish line at 2:05:26 which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I think that without the stairs and the wind I would have easily kept to a 9 minute pace. But that wasn't the real revelation today. What this run made me realize is just how incredibly hard a marathon is. There's a reason the first definition of the word marathon is "any long and arduous undertaking". I only did half of one. I now have a new respect for the race and for everyone who's run one.
Interesting Sight o' the Day: Sand being blown over the beach like so much snow across the tundra.
Runs for the week:
Thursday - 5.34 miles, 47:38 (including the 4th st. steps)
Saturday - 13.1 miles, 2:05:26
Saturday - 13.1 miles, 2:05:26
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