My original plan was to run 9 miles. My normal running group didn't come out (I think one girl has an injury, not sure about the others), but my husband came along, as well as my new running friend and her husband (who despises running, but runs with her occassionally just so they do things together - cute huh?). My husband is nursing a nagging injury this week and wasn't sure how much he was going to run. He said he would try, but also brought along his bike just in case.
We all started out together, walking & yakking too long - but it was fun. Eventually we started to run. The new running friend is just getting back into shape so her pace is a bit slow for me (for now, she'll catch up quick), but I decided to run the first mile along with them because I was enjoying the company. After that, hubby and I ventured ahead on our own.
We kept the pace a little slower than usual and we're feeling pretty good. But my hubby said that he didn't think he had 9 miles in his leg today. I was feeling a little bummed out that I wouldn't get in what I had planned.
When we got to the turn around point I said to him "Why don't you stretch for a bit and I'm going to do a little extra loop". That worked out well. I had more than enough energy and was feeling really good. As it was, someone in the parking lot was lost and as he helped the guy find his way, I got in another extra loop. YAYYY!
Around mile 6 I decided to try something new. My friend had given me a couple of sample packs she had laying around. First out came the Clif Shot Energy Gel in RAZZ. Hubby and I were going to split it.
The extra loops at the turn around gave me enough that I would finish the trail at about 8 miles. Still less than I'd planned but not bad. When I got to the end my husband was just ahead of me, as were my friends as they had run less distance. They were all stretching out. I was at 7.8 miles and just couldn't leave it at that, so kept going onto the road. I don't like finishing a run on an odd number ... is that weird?
I got to the 8 miles and noticed the rest of the group had just started walking back to the coffee shop. I figured I could get another 1/2 mile in before they wandered back there. When I finally got to the coffee shop I was at 8.6 miles, and my husband was just ordering, so I barked out my order to him and went off to finish up the whole 9 miles.
So the 9 miles that wasn't to be, became the 9 miles that was.
And afterwards, other than feeling a bit tired from a very full weekend ... I felt great. Not an ounce of muscle soreness, no pain. I feel great!