I embarked on my 11 mile run on Saturday morning feeling like a rockstar. I was going to own this run. I felt great the first miles and ran all the way to mile 2.7, where there was a bathroom that I needed to visit.
The problem during this glorious long run? The lightning storm that had made it’s appearance right from the get-go. I started off the run in the rain, not a sprinkle, straight up terrential downpour. This ended during the first mile but the lightning continued and was closer and closer with every bolt. By the time I reached the bathrooms, about 30% of my running group was huddling under the awning waiting out the storm and another 30% had cut their runs short and already headed back. I am sad to say that I joined the group supposed to go 13 miles in running to the 3.5 mile mark and heading back. Death by lightning is certainly not how I was looking to start my Saturday morning.
One of the girls I was running with began discussing my foot strike with me. I have always been a midfoot striker, but she insisted on forefront striking to be the best, especially since I am extremely flat footed and overpronate like none other. I have begun to change this up in my runs. I ran about 2 miles yesterday with a forefront strike and I have strange muscles in my legs that are sore. I have a track workout later this evening that I will once again try to implement this new foot strike.
Tomorrow, I will do my long run for the week since I fly to the Bahamas for a long weekend later that day. 13 miles, I’m coming for ya.