My husband and most of my friends have been planning to run Derry this year. Derry, as it is referred to by most of us, is actually called Boston Prep. It’s a moderately challenging course with 16 major hills. 16 major hills over 16 miles…in late January. By the time Derry came about (today), every one of them decided against running. Unfortunately, there was ample injury and illness that triumphed over the solid training needed for this no-nonsense kind of race. With Scott and our friends no longer running the race, Scott and I ventured out for our own Derry.
Lisa’s own Derry Boston Prep –
The official Derry Boston Prep –
I’m not sure why the elevation charts aren’t populating fully, but you get the idea.
Today’s run was really hard. Not just because the course had some decent hill-age, and not just because it was only 11 degrees when we headed out and I had multiple layers on. It was hard because I felt tired and not mentally equipped to do this dance. Enter Scott. He seemed to know just what I needed and selected this course because he knew I needed a confidence boost.
We didn’t cover 16 miles, but we came close, finishing at 14.5 miles in 2:06. I wasn’t sure I had this distance in me after my surgery (which is why I didn’t sign up for the official Derry), so successfully completing today’s challenging 14.5 was a huge feather in my cap. And Scott, who is still monitoring a funky foot issue, is benefiting from running a slower pace with me. It was a win/win!
I’ve got a nothing-kind-of-day lined up that includes a nap, leisure blog reading/posting, mindless Facebook stalking, and soon, some good ole cheering for our New England Patriots! Aah, life is good.