Sweet Sixteen?

Here's what I thought was a good idea last week --- death by treadmill at Tread fitness. Imagine a 20 minute block on the front end of the class where you run massive hills and sprints until you're ready to pass out. Then, you move to the floor for work with the weights that makes you beg to get back on the treadmill. 10 more minutes running and finally, a few more exercises on the floor. Here's the death wish part... after I finished my first class, I decided to stay for the first 20 minutes of the class after mine. While everyone else packed up their stuff, I ran through the break and started the whole thing all over again. 7+ miles of hills and sprints in addition to some torture by dumbbells. What was I thinking?

Saturday, I ran 16 *$%# miles. When I arrived at the lake at 5:30, it was 81 degrees. I did okay until the last few arrows below, but I was definitely done by the time I hit the lake post Sperry loop. I don't know how I'm ever going to make it through 18 in two weeks. This third marathon might be the end of me (see "what was I thinking" above).

The course: Bath House (yawn) --> (special warm up, 7-11 water stop) --> Winstead (up, up) --> Lakewood --> Lakeshore ---> Cambria (pick up speed to MP)---> Lakewood --> Belmont --> Alderson ---> Richmond --> La Vista --> Swiss (turnaround, thank god) --> traceback to Lake (sigh at water stop) --> Sperry (up, up, cursing, up) --> (cold towels) Lyre (water stop) --> Santa Barbara (another hill??? up, up) --> Fisher (great water stop) --> Branchfield --> Westbay (ugh!) --> Lawther --> (at least 100 miles more) --> Bath House --> Taco Joint