I ran sixteen miles in my Piranhas this morning. That's the first really long run in these shoes.
I took my first ice bath today. The tray of ice from the fridge ain't quite enough. But it was a good drill and I think it did some good.
First time taping my nipples. Used band aids; worked fine. I figured with sixteen miles, it was time I start doing this and sparing myself a little pain. But it makes the shower less interesting. Kind of like when you've been out in the sun all day and you don't feel any sting because you had number 30 sunblock on the whole time. There's just something missing.
The first time I ran the Garmin battery to death. Luckily, I had just completed my newly designed eight mile loop. So I took the watch off, drank some go go juice, and went for another lap.
My mileage for the week was 35 miles. That's the most miles since I actually started logging my miles in June. I'm pretty sure I've topped 40 a time or two before, but who knows.
What the heck am I doing? Well, I guess I'm trying to put my self on the proper footing for marathon training or at least for running longer races than I have been. Learning tricks of the trade like the ice bath, getting the mileage up, and most importantly settling on some good technique so I can just run and run and run without all this getting hurt nonsense that so many seem to struggle with.
Oh, and the heel is getting better all the time. I may have to admit that Piranhas hold magical powers. Or maybe it's the radish sandwiches. I don't know.