picture this......

Thursday - off
Friday - 26 mins on the trainer. A step above a 'better than nothing' workout
Saturday - 24.82 long, torturous kilometre run
Sunday - Recovery Day from Saturday Nights Margaritaville

I'm going to leave the pain and misery of the last 4-5 k of the run on the road BUT I do need to comment on the highlights.  Leading up to the run, thought was put into the preparation, both mentally & physically.  I ate well the 2 days leading up to the run.  Heavy on the carbs & veggies, low(er) on the alcohol consumption.  I also played a mind game and converted the required kilometres to miles, so I only had to run 16 versus 24.  Melissa also planted a water bottle along the route on her way over.  All of these factors combined resulted in a great first 19, almost 20 kms!
The route was measured out on Map My Run for distance and I knew the first section of the run was going to be hilly.  Lots of rolling hills and a few 'holy shit' hills thrown in for good measure.  You know the ones.  The ones that make you mutter 'Jesus!" under your breathe.  Yah.  3 or 4 of those were in the first section.  However, the latter part of the run was an unknown.  I had never run, biked or driven this section.
We kicked ASS on the hills.  KICKED ASS!  Ran the bulk of the them, and walked a small portion.  It was great.  It was an unspoken rule but we both had to be in agreement on the walking portions...
The unknown section, as luck would have it, was flatter, still had some rolling hills but only one of those 'Jesus' hills.  BUT this is also where the new shoes (mine) and IT band issues (Melissa) started to kick in....and that my friends is where the wheels fell off.

Considering the last 2 kms of the run, I shouldn't be walking today.  But all is well with the legs.  If only Margaritaville treated me as well....