I went for my first 'long' run today. It was supposed to happen on Saturday, but I was sick Saturday and Sunday and in no shape to run.
The run was scheduled to last 40 minutes, but my Garmin couldn't find the satellites for the first 0.75 miles of my run (which I'm estimating I ran in about 9 minutes) so while I officially clocked 3.58 miles in 40:01 minutes, there's the unofficial stuff in the beginning that I'm including, too. Because even if I'm running a lousy three feet, I want it to count, right MidLife Rambler?
As much as I love the Garmin, it really burns my ass when it takes that long to locate a satellite. If the weather is nice, I don't mind walking until the Garmin can find me. Today, although unseasonably warm for Chicago in January (it was about 40F and still a bit windy), merely walking until I was located wasn't keeping me warm: I had to move.
Since I haven't done a long run in forever, I knew it was really important to go out slow -- REALLY slow -- or I'd never last the 40 minutes. I'm still not great at pacing myself, which is why the Garmin is so crucial. Once it did start, I checked in at about a little under 1/4 mile, thinking I was at a comfy pace and was probably running a 10.5 min/mile. Not so much. I was running an 8 min/mile. Time to slow down. Way down.
With the exception of stopping to reset the Garmin once it located the satellites, I ran 49 consecutive minutes. Surprisingly, I felt pretty good! Energized, in fact. I did listen to music though. I decided that while I am striving to do my long runs without music, the first long run of the season I should play it safe and bring some company.
Modest Mouse makes for good company. I'm glad I brought them along.
The shoes fucking rock.