Ok, so, I'm a little sore. today. A foretaste of the post-marathon experience. Long runs must be respected. A big jump to skip from a longest run of 7 miles to a longest run of 12 miles. I get it. I see.
I recently discovered Slope Sports in Brooklyn. It's nice to have a small sports store with knowledgeable people located within walking distance of my house. They connected me with some favorite new tools: Clif Shot Blocks and Amphipod handheld water bottles.
I bought the shot blocks before my 12 miler, and they really did provide extra energy on my run - with the added bonus of having the taste and consistency of gummi bears. I chose the Cran-razz flavor. Much better than those mega-nasty Gu sports gels.
I bough the water bottle after having this experience during my 12-miler:
I finish my first lap of the park (3.35 miles) and start looking for a water fountain. Quickly finding one just off the side of the road, I veer over for a drink...nothing comes out. I begin to scan the horizon like a predator - eyes moving in smooth arcs from left to right, as I seek my watery prey. I start to get concerned as I enter my 5th mile with no fountain in sight. Finally, I see a runner taking a stretch break, and ask him where the nearest fountain is. He says,
"Oh, they turn the water fountains off in winter."
Well I'll be gat-dam!
At that point, here's no way in hell I'm stopping my run, so off I go for 7 more miles without a drink.
The very next chance I got, I was over at Slope Sports looking for a good water carrying solution. Never again will I run for over 2 hours without a drink.
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