I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Carry some water! Or not…Liza
Allow me to set the scene. The San Antonio crew had driven out to Bandera for some rocky miles in the 90 degree heat Saturday. A nice new girl had joined us. We’re all standing in the parking lot loaded down with water in water packs and handhelds. We notice that Nice New Girl is not carrying any water. No pack. No water bottle. Someone says something to the effect of, “Hey, do you need a water bottle?”
“No, I’m not going all that far.”
I think the plan was for a ten mile loop as a group. Ten miles at Bandera can take 2 1/2 hours sometimes. Especially if it’s your first time running there. Now, I know you can survive without water for 2 1/2 hours. Even in 90 degree heat and crazy humidity. But why would you?
A couple of other folks offered her water bottles.
“No, I have one. I just don’t want to take it.”
And we headed off. And she was fine. Though, of course, she did say she wished she’d carried some water. (And she was very nice and it’d be great to run with her again.)
The whole thing led to a lot of discussion about what responsibility runners have to each other. Ultimately nobody thought it was a “Take the keys away; she shouldn’t be driving” kind of situation. But I think it is a situation that merits the risk of being perceived as overbearing for the sake of safety. “Hey, 10 miles here could take 2 1/2 hours, and if you twist an ankle on the ba-zillion rocks, it could take a lot longer than that. And you’ll run better tomorrow if you don’t let yourself get dehydrated on the run today. AND I’m going to act like a grumpy old lady if you get heat exhaustion and I have to share my water with you.” Well, maybe that last bit should just be implied. And, of course, if someone else gets hurt, and you can’t help out with extra water, well, that’s lame. (Wilderness Medicine Instructor and all.)
Part of me is impressed with her self-confidence though. Surrounded by a group of older, experienced runners all carrying pounds of water, she thought she knew better. Good for her. Did I mention she was very nice?
PS. Due to technical difficulties (Asa threw a tantrum — and a booster seat…), there will be no video of the talk last night. If anyone ever asks me to talk about my running adventures again, I’ll get it taped, — so I can figure out how to do it a bit better. It wasn’t quite what I’d hoped it would be. You know, inspiring and life-changing.
Sleep log: 8 hours
Run log: 13 miles, 2:15 ish hours
Food log: Totally missed the boat on protein. Oops. (Goal 75-90g)