Today was a 20 miler. Today was HUMID. The run felt more like a swim. I drew up a course for 20 miles. Tiffany, a potential pacer who is trying to run Chicago in the same time as me, met me at Niketown and we headed out to the west side and proceeded down to the Runners' Station. By the time I made it down there I was already drenched in sweat. A few miles later, near the Brooklyn Bridge, I looked like I'd just stepped out of the shower. My clothes were literally dripping with sweat. We went over the bridge and started up flatbush ave toward prospect park. The long, slow incline started wearing at my legs and I could feel I was starting to get dehydrated, but it wasn't too bad. We entered the park and found a water fountain to down some more water. As we made the loop and found ourselves at the last hill going out of the park, I could tell I was starting to fade. There were enough gels in the world to bring me out of it. I slowly made it up the hill and caught back up to Tiffany (she likely slowed to let me catch up). We went back down flatbush toward the Manhattan bridge and I really started feeling bad. Right before we made our last turn to the bridge I started feeling dizzy. She was nice enough to walk with me for a bit as I prayed for the sky to open up and break the humidity. The heavens were stubborn. We slowly made our way to the apex of the bridge and then picked up the pace a little on the descent. Off the bridge we were about a mile from the finish. It was a ROUGH mile, but I made it.
The run was one of the worst I've had in a LONG, LONG time. I felt bad for holding Tiffany back when she was actually having a great run. It definitely was not my day.
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