Friday night, Mike and I went out to dinner with some of the higher ups from his company. There was lots of delicious food and we even got invited out on one of their boats for wine and cigars afterwards. We declined, though, since I had to be up at the crack of dawn to run the next day. We should have just gone on the boat considering what happened later.
Saturday morning, I woke up 45 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off and felt awful. I guess the rich food from the restaurant didn't sit well and my stomach spent most of the morning churning. I texted my mom (who was going to bike with me) that I wasn't going to make it and attempted to go back to sleep.
That's where my smart decisions ended.
I wanted to get my run done over the weekend, so I considered running on Sunday morning. I wanted to go to church, though, so that would have meant and insanely early wake-up. Instead, I had the brilliant idea to run at night. I also managed to convince my mom that this was a brilliant idea and that she should come along on her bike.
|looks harmless, right?|
I headed out a little before 7pm and ran from my house to my parents' to meet my mom. I wore my hydration pack, remembered gels, wore bright reflective gear, and packed a headlamp. My mom had lights on her bike and brought a headlamp as well.
The first 10 miles were great. My legs felt good. I had a decent pace going...and it was still light out. The only downside was that we ran by the water and everyone seemed to be having parties. Nothing like running 17 miles and seeing people at every other house chilling out and drinking margaritas.
A little before 8, it started to get dark. My mom turned the lights on her bike on and we kept trucking along. By mile 10, it was dark, but we were still in an area with sporadic street lights. I turned on my headlamp only to find that the batteries were basically dead. The light was on, but it didn't project enough to actually light where I was going. I traded with my mom, since she had other lights on her bike to help.
Originally, my mom had only planned to come for part of the run with me, but then she realized I'd probably die in the dark by myself and stayed with me.
By mile 13, we were in complete darkness. My town doesn't believe in lighting anything other than main roads, so we had to rely on our lights and the occasional car driving by for us to see where we were going. My mom and I were both surprised that no one yelled out their window at us that we were idiots...because we were idiots.
|basically this, but darker|
We finally made it back to the house a little before 10. Both my dad and Mike thought we had died, but neither bothered to call us to see if that was actually the case. My mom and I decided never to do that again.
I finished 17 miles in 2 hours and 44 minutes. Which is a faster pace than last week's 16 miler. While I'm excited about that, I still don't feel very strong on my long runs. It's concerning, but I was more concerned with not being murdered or hit by a car this week to really dwell on it too much.
After the run, I stretched, showered, iced, and had something to eat. Then I immediately went to bed. I wore compression shorts and compression socks to bed, but I still kept waking up because my body was freaking out and felt completely insane. It was not exactly restful.
Moral of the story: long distance night running is not for me.
Do you run at night in the dark?
What's your scariest running experience?