This morning, however, I woke up to a phone call from work. They needed coverage for a sick call, so I agreed to work a four-hour shift, thinking I would still have plenty of time for a long afternoon run.
As the day went on, however, and a freakish, record-setting number of pharmacists called in sick, I was talked in to working eight hours, instead of just four.
So when I got home it was already 6pm. The sun was fairly low in the sky, and the weather was cooling off, but I put on my running gear and got out the door by 6:30pm. Due to some flooding, the 13 mile out and back that Zack and I have established got cut a bit short (~12 miles). When I got back to my house I tried not to look at it as I ran by, not wanting to be tempted to quit. My lungs felt great still, but my legs and knees were in a world of hurt. After stopping for a minute to stretch after I passed the house, in darkness now, the sun having set a half hour prior and the temperature dropping, I made my way to the gym and back (~4 miles), did a mile loop and, worried about my left hamstring, that had been bugging me for about the last 5 miles or so, I called it a day.
So did I technically run 18 miles? No. But I'm counting the eight-hour shift I worked just prior to the run as the 18th mile.
So 12 + 4 + 1 + "1" = 18 miles.
At least in my book.
WORKOUT
- 3/30 18 mile run