I unknowingly trashed myself on that Friday afternoon run, not my legs, but the rest of my body. I guess I was a lot more dehydrated and closer to heat exhaustion than I realized. My alarm went off on Saturday morning and I rolled out of bed and went to go urinate but there was very little and it was really dark.... hmmm, not good. I had a big glass of water and laid back down for a few and then got up and headed out to the North Shore Trail. I still hadn't urinated again but figured hydrating on the 45 min drive out there would be more than enough to set me straight.
Long story short, 20 miles on a fantastic trail but not one single piss stop. My legs felt fine and I was cruising along pretty effortless and was thinking that a double crossing, with the new trail that has been cut, would give me a solid 40 miles and put me back within striking distance for the 100 miles. However, things really went downhill as I covered the last 2 miles heading back to my car. It finally dawned on me that I hadn't really urinated properly since before my run the day before and I could tell that pushing through another 20 miles in near 100 degree heat would not be a wise decision. By the time I finally made it to my car, I walked most of the last mile, I had trouble opening my car door and just wanted to lay down. I got in my car and headed for home but had to stop a couple of times to let my head clear and just pull it together, it was actually pretty scary.
The good - I got in 50 solid miles in 3 days (I know, I know, chump change), I have a new found respect for the Texas heat, I enjoyed a lot of great beer. The bad - I ran that whole 50 miles in shoes! (MT110) Outside of racing, that is the longest I have gone without running barefoot in nearly 2 years. I rectified that this morning with a 6 mile BF run and life is good.
My mileage has been pretty lackluster so far this summer, considering that I have been pretty much fully healthy. I just hope you don't embarrass me too much at ES.
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