If I want to RACE (ie - not run) Chicago, I need to start doing more. Injury be damned, I am running out of time. There is no more oysters and champagne on the Potomac*, it's time to get back out and fight...
Today I went out on the C&O to test my leg/groin. The goal was to run 12-13 miles (or 90 minutes) and push part of the back half. There were 12 guys on the towpath including a few new faces. Most of us huddled together until the turn around and shortly thereafter I began a long drive. I had been feeling my injury, but it warmed up nicely when I started to hammer. Unfortunately the word "hammer" isn't very accurate. I checked my watch at one point and noticed a 5:49 split. I was content with the time, but I felt damn near awful. The sun had soaked my shorts and turned my face red. I gasped for breath on every stride, something I haven't felt in...years. Wow. I am out of shape. I'm not fast enough to run 5:50s on the towpath. I shut it down after 10 minutes and then crawled to a water fountain for some much needed relief. I shook my head and then continued the run. Though, this time around, my leg was howling. You wouldn't know it by looking at my stride, but I was in serious pain and it was not fun. It seems today I failed the test.
Ironically, tomorrow I head to the running capital of America; Eugene, Oregon. I hate to have pain when I run, unless it is that good kind.
*prize to the person who can explain the context behind this quote.