The G Running Diary

Recovery: 1/4/03

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So here I am three days after running 100 miles. I have some twinges here and there, but I feel surprisingly good. My left hip in the front hurts when I go upstairs, and the front of my right ankle is kind of sore. But that's all. I can run across the road if I need to, which was not the case on Thursday, the day after the run. So what did I do? Well, Don and I had this idea that it would be really cool to run around Angel Island through New Year's Eve, finishing up with the Pacific Trail Runs 50K. Looking back, I don't know why it had to be 100 miles. I guess it's just such a nice even number, and sounds more impressive than 50 or 60 or 99. It never crossed our minds to set the goal as anything less. People react to 100 miles. Well, some do. Some don't even register it, so they just say "That's nice," and walk away. Fast. I encountered this out on the Island and at work the next day. Then there's the other group of people whose eyes get wide as they as more and more questions: "How long did it take?" "Did you sleep?" "How did you eat?" and of course, the best question, "How did you go to the bathroom?"

One thing I like about hundred milers is that during the night it's easy to make those bathroom stops. The trails are deserted and no one can see you. For a girl, I can manage really fast pee stops in the dark. You don't even have to go find a bush, just stop and go. The bad part was that as the next day continued on, there were runners on the trail and also regular people hiking. I was used to just stopping anywhere, so I was sort of annoyed that I had to be more careful. It's not that I'm that modest, but there were kids out there too. Anyway, once we were running on the 50K course, we were passing the bathroom every 5 miles so, although it took longer, that's where I made some of my stops.

So why all this talk about peeing? I'm writing the race report separately. It's on its way. Be patient. Since I found out that other sites actually reference my site, I realize I better keep up with things better here.

Oh, and yes, my leg doesn't hurt. A year ago I was limping with a stress fracture. I hope I have seen the last of that.