Last week I hit my current highest mileage ever, with just over 53 miles. Physically, for the most part, my legs and body are feeling strong. I did feel slightly beat-up in the last couple of miles of the 20-miler on Saturday, but I am confident that was 99% due to the fact that I consciously chose to do the run faster than I should so that I would have company for nearly 3 hours of running. (Faster friends make you faster?! Or just injured?)
For the first 6 weeks of training, I have been excited about every run. I have looked forward to the challenge of a hard workouts and the rejuvenating affects of the recovery runs. Despite how much some of them hurt, I have loved nearly every mile.
But today, for the first time of this training cycle, I woke up and didn’t want to run. I had a litany of excuses…
- It was cold. My toughness and tolerance level for colder temps drops dramatically as soon as I step foot back in South Carolina.
- I didn’t feel great. Late last week I woke up with a scratchy throat and I feel like I may be fighting something off. After surviving a month of travels with no illness, I suppose it was bound to happen eventually.
- I was tired. Though I’m not sure why since I went to bed early and slept well.
But most of all, I was feeling a lack of motivation. I just didn’t really want to run. Fortunately, my stubbornness kicked in and I got out the door for 8 miles anyway. The run was…okay. At some points I felt great and smooth and was happy to be running and at some moments, I was cold, hungry, tired and just wanted to it to be over.
I am hoping (and pretty confident) that this is just temporary and once I get through this week of reduced mileage, that I will feel recovered and ready to tackle big workouts again. I am hoping that the love for the training itself will kick back in and I won’t have to remind myself of the end goal to get myself out the door. Because, yes, it is about the goal, but more importantly (to me) its about getting there and I typically LOVE that part.
What’s funny is that this wasn’t even supposed to be a recovery week. It was supposed to have a slight cutback in mileage to prepare me for marathon paced miles in my long run on Saturday. But because I want to
pace run a chunk miles with Char next weekend as she attempts to BQ in Albany, I switched the weeks so I could run my MP miles with her. I had no idea when I made that decision, how much I would need a recovery week this week.
It’s funny how those things work out, isn’t it?
I don’t want this post to come across as whiny or negative, but as I go through this cycle, I want to share the UPS and DOWNS of the training journey. I want to be honest about how things are going and hopefully some of you who are training (for any distance) will be able to relate? And for those of you who have been through it, maybe you can reassure me that even though my body feels good, the recovery weeks are just as important for my mind as my body? Or that I am overreacting just because I didn’t feel like running today? Share!