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September 17, 2005

22

As of today, my marathon training has peaked. Char, Jason and I ran 22 miles on the Sammamish River trail, starting at Marymoor and heading North to (and past) Bothell Landing. At 11 miles, we turned around and came home.

Big, big props to Richard, who provided support on his bike. He carried the Gatorade, CLIF bars and first-aid kit, kept our mileage on track with his GPS, and, most importantly, made sure nobody got hurt. We could not have done a run of this length without him. (I'm indebted, man.)

So ... the run. It felt awesome. Going out was light and fast, with the three of us chatting nonstop. We did the usual water-n'-bathroom breaks along the way (the Eastside half of the trail has much better restroom support), and buoyed each other.

Coming back was harder, especially as we got into the clinch. I'd only planned to do 20 as my high-water mark (it's all Hal calls for), but Char's program said 22, so 22 we did. Toward the end, I found myself cursing those extra miles ... but I now know, with absolute certainty, that I'm going to be able to finish Portland.

Post run, we hit the Red Hook in Woodinville. And there we were, sitting outside, salty and stinky, the sun on our backs, swilling IPA, munching nachos, and making obligatory "OOF!" noises as we moved (or, God forbid, tried to stretch) our sore parts. It felt ... wonderful. We'd earned it.

It's all downhill from here, baby!

Posted by Gavin Shearer at September 17, 2005 3:48 PM. Posted to Fitness.

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