The location we were running looked completely different than what it looked like during blinding snowstorms. It was beautiful, and I could actually make out the river, and differentiate between the path and the bank. At one point we noticed what appeared to be fresh blood on the side of the path but didn’t see anything else so didn’t think much of it.
|Almost halfway there! Kinda!|
|Spool Piece. #soawesome #soepic|
We finally hit mile 12 where we parked our cars, and kept running for a quick 1.5 miles out-and-back on a less groomed part of the trail. Unfortunately by “less groomed” I mean complete hot mess. And by “quick” I mean grueling. It was completely snow/ice packed. From the hikers, runners, and snowshoers, the snow had been compacted. Then, in true Cleveland fashion, it had melted and refroze. So the part where we were running was very hard, very defined feet prints. It made for some difficult running, which ended up in a lot of walking. At the turnaround, we opted to run along a very busy road instead. While I was fearing for my life every time a snowplow or truck passed us along the shoulder, at least I wasn’t in fear of twisting my ankle.
|This picture is deceiving. What started off as coffee, water, and salad ended up being an added banana and an added breakfast sandwich.|
After breakfast-lunch (not really sure what meal it was but it was definitely not brunch), I stood up and O.M.G. my calves and my quads were tight as heck. I could barely move. That and my knees took a major beating on the ice pack. And my big toes! Oh my big toes! They are just now recovering. I don’t even know what happened to them but they were bruised just under the nail (no, I haven’t lost any nails… yet…) and boy did it hurt.
This week I’m looking forward to another round of 4-7-4 plus a “half marathon.” I’ll be traveling over the weekend so my friend Noemi and I will be hitting a 13-miler early Friday am. We’ll see who else we can convince to join us. It should be fun! And if the weather cooperates, I will be donning shorts for the first time since I don’t even remember when…
That’s my Week 8 in a nutshell. #tired.
Tell me… what did you do over the weekend? Any fitness classes or long runs?