- Must be at least 5K in total length...no maximum.
- Must be done on a challenging course (and if you hate treadmills, that means it could be on a treadmill) because the idea is "Hell" ... that is the important part.
I didn't really have any plans as to where I was going to run until I hopped on facebook Friday during my lunch.
- Must be done between Dec. 8-16, 2011... any time of day or night. This gives you two entire weekends to choose from.
- You must laugh at least once... can be an evil laugh, a laugh of futility, any kind of laugh but laughter is a MUST.
We stopped again at the bridge to drink and talk (maybe we'd transition faster if we liked each other less ;-D), then Bob headed back to his car (after what I think was his longest run ever...which he rocked). I briefly thought about going with him, but we'd only run 7 miles and I'd driven all that way for 13. Instead of playing it smart, I followed Luke to the yellow section.
I did all of my half marathon training and all but one of my marathon training runs alone and was fine with that, but now I'm really spoiled by having friends to run with. Even with the good company, conversation, and Luke's talk about Scott Jurek winning a 100 (100+?) mile race after destroying his ankle at mile 45, though, I couldn't maintain a decent pace. I was inspired, but my hip was not impressed. We walked a little bit, but that was just as bad, so again I tried to push through it. Running flats and uphills hurt, but running downhills was terrible. Hell? Well, definitely Jingle Bell Hell.
Christina had finished kid duties and caught up with us towards the middle of this loop. Hearing her call to us, we paused so she could catch up. Getting started again hurt enough to take my breath away. Since Luke needed to finish his run so he could get to work on time and I was going to be moving sloooowly, I told Luke and Christina to go ahead and I'd just walk the shortcut.
Like at Skippo, I told myself to just run 100 steps and then walk again, but on my first attempt I made it about 4 steps. The second I made it 36, but it just hurt too much and I walked the rest of the way. "Walked" is actually very generous; what's slower than walking? My 8th mile, which may have included the time I was still trying to run with Luke, took 27 minutes. The last .69 mile took 29 minutes...a smoking 43 min/mi pace, and it was truly all I could do to keep moving.
|Right up close to the lake.|
After catching up for a while in the nice, warm car (40 degrees is waaay colder when you're sweaty and walking than when you're running), I headed for home...via Walgreens, ibuprofen, and one of those adhesive chemical heating pads. Here's a tip for you: don't stick those suckers on when you're standing if you plan to wear them while you're sitting.
Jingle Bell Hell: definitely accomplished. And worse than the hip that's still hurting, DNF-ing a virtual race, and ripping the skin off my ass with overly aggressive adhesive, is the frustration of having such a great place to run and such fantastic company...and not being able to do the whole run.
On the plus side, I think it's finally convinced me to go to the doctor and try and get this figured out. It's getting a little embarrassing to keep limping into school on Monday mornings. :)