I have been putting in more training miles since Sara convinced me to do a marathon in Mid-March. This Sunday I went with her, some friends, and their friends for a long run in North Park. The most that I have ever run is 13.1 miles. Most of them were planning on running at least 15 miles. I was shooting for 10.
The night before, Sara and I went out to eat. We ended up at Quaker Steak & Lube. I had never been there before but the place we wanted to go was too busy. I was going to order ribs and fries, but at the last minute, with the waitess taking the order, I changed it up. I ordered wings, 30,000 on the hot scale. Sara said "Why did you do that?". I have been eating buffalo sauce, I can take it.
When the wings arrived they smelled more like car parts than food. I dug in. 1 wing, 2 wings, 3 wings... HOT!!!!! "Excuse me, could I get some water?" I swear the waitress took 5 minutes to bring it back. I ate a few more and then said, "That's it. I'm done."
I think that I learned my lesson. Needless to say my stomach was not a happy camper.
We got to North Park and waited for the rest of the group. I started out with the guys at a 7:30 minute per mile pace, which shouldn't have been a problem. However, after a mile or 2 of shaking my stomach I needed a break. I finished the rest of the first 5 miles at a 8 minute pace, restocked at the car and then headed back out.
I was running alone, again. Three miles later I saw Sara and Scott P. running the loop backwards. I turned around and ran with them back 3 miles. I was tired of running alone even if they were running slow. Back at the parking lot Scott P. finished at 10 miles. Everyone else was done with 10-15 miles, so I decided to run 5 more with Sara.
Mile 12 was good, mile 13 was not. The other 3 miles were me complaining, "This is going to hurt tomorrow." But I did it. I finished with a total of 16.5 miles. Then Sara and I went to get ribs and steak.