Had a fairly good night of sleep last night, woke up, drank half a cup of coffee and went straight out the door to run. Decided on a 60 minute run. Figured that I would do 30 out, then 30 back.
Hit Nimmo’s Pier in 18 minutes and ran on towards Salthill. Ran some walls, some narrow paths, then some rocks. Down onto the beach at low tide. Decided I would run on a bit as I was enjoying myself. Got to 36 minutes, stopped and turned around to come back, but saw the wall in Salthill only minutes away, so I turned around and continued to run on, hopping on the rocks the whole length of the promenade. I knew I would be quicker on the way back if I stayed off of the rocks, so I ran them only for a short while on the way back.
Started to trail 3 runners on the way back, a guy and 2 women. Looked like they were training for a half marathon. Fit, but nothing special. Realised after a while that their pace was just a little too slow for me to trail them on the way back, so I started to inch past them. They had helped to increase my speed a little. The guy decided that he wanted to take me on, and in fairness, he was 10 years younger so if he really wanted it, he would probably have kicked my ass. To avoid the challenge, I smiled at him, looked over the edge of the promenade, smiled again, then dropped off the side to the beach- 9 feet below, landed neatly on my feet, legs bent and continued on, along the beach at a stronger pace, parallel to the guys, now 9 feet above me. I didn’t look back, but, my guess is the poor guy was quite relieved, as he didn’t embarrass himself in front of the girls.
Hit Nimmo’s Pier on the return leg at 60 minutes and aimed to get home in less than 20 minutes, figuring that that was a respectable time after a tough run. I felt strong all through this run, head up (except on the rocks, were my eyes were firmly on my foot placement). My right leg was started to tighten up, I think a mixture of the motion correction shoes and the length of the run. I had visions of my Iliotibial Band injury that I got during a dueling 2 hour run with Charlie some years back, running on brand new motion correction shoes. What an idiot. The only joy I get from that memory, is of Charlie’s long list of excuses as to why he ate my dust at the end of that run
Got back in 79:30 I just kept steady minding that knee, rather than blitzing the last 10 minutes, as I felt strong enough to do.
The road/trail loved me on this run, as I did it. Sometimes you get those perfect runs. Run free.