Just seventeen and you know what I mean

This morning, I had a 17 miler. I've been running by myself for the most part and heading out early. Since marathon training season is getting into full swimg, I decided to run most of it with my team. I left the house at 8 and ran a bit more than 5 before meeting them for a 9am departure. That's just too late to start such a long run. I suffered in the heat. I chaffed badly and I'm still down at least a quart. Yuck. Oh and my garmin battery pooped out at mile 9. I knew where I was going so I wasn't worried about the distance and my effort felt even. I was extremely glad when I got out of the sun and the whole thing was over.

Luckily, next week is a recovery week so my milage gets cut back.