Whew, I got through that 14 mile run. I knew it was going to be doozy when I checked the weather and saw that it was going to 71 degrees and 90 percent humidity. Oh, and let’s not forget the three loops of Central Park.
My first two loops were pretty good. I purposely went out a little bit slower given the weather conditions and thought I ran these very smart and well. Things started to break down during the third loop. A number of things started to make this challenging from a mystery pebble in my shoe, weird ankle pain for one mile, and the most painful last three miles of this run.
At the end of it all I ended up with chafing for the first time all summer and a mild singlet sunburn. But…I finished with a 17 minute PR.
Post-run recovery is going well but why oh why do stairs have to be so painful, especially when walking down them? To get to the subway; walk down stairs. To get off my train platform; walk down stairs. To get to my laundry room; walk down stairs. To get out of my house; walk down stairs. Stairs are a product of the devil. Just like how the devil put that Crumbs bake shop near my office and then made sure my office would be moving into that very building. This is the work of the devil. But stairs are more evil.