Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Marathon Training 2016

I wanted to cry on Sunday. Actually, I did cry on Sunday. First, I ran on Sunday instead of Saturday because we were unable to find someone to stay with the boy on Saturday morning. The good news is one of the other Saturday runners turned up on Sunday, so at least I had someone to talk to for the 18 mile run. I’ve been better this last week about getting my mid week runs in and doing my stretching and strength exercises - and when I say better that means that I’ve been doing them occasionally rather than not at all. So the good news is my piriformis, which had been hurting, felt pretty good all week. 

The first half of the run was OK. I was feeling a little winded or sluggish or something. In addition to not getting as many mid-week miles as I should have, I think one of the reasons I have been having bad long runs is that I’m not fueling enough. So I made sure to take a Gu before the run, and then at 5 miles and then at 10ish miles. But that third Gu didn’t give me the burst of energy that I wanted and by the time we got to mile 12/13 I was done. We were back at North Ave. and I told my running partner to go ahead without me. She had been slowing down with me, even walking when I wanted to walk, and giving me encouragement. It helped, and it was sweet, but at this point I was feeling defeated and just wanted to be alone. I told her I might take a cab back so she didn’t worry and went into the bathroom.

After making sure the group left, I called Mr. H. to let him know that it was going to be a while before I got home. He offered to hop into a cab and come get me, but I said no. I was going to sit for a while and then run walk back to Montrose. I’d make it, it would just take some time. This is where the tears came in. I told him I just didn’t know what was wrong with me. The last several weeks I have been off, and I keep waiting to have that one good run to make me feel better. Since I don’t run with my phone, I had borrowed the hydration station worker’s phone, and she was nice enough to ask if I was ok and reminded me that some days your body just doesn’t want to do what you want it to do. I get it, I just seem to be having a lot of those days.

So I walked down to the water, took my shoes and socks off, and waded out into the lake. It was nice to cool off and just relax for a bit. Sitting there in the water I ran through all the things that have been going on - being sick, having an injury, stress of work and buying a house and the million other things that come up and thought that maybe marathon training is too much. Maybe it's time to give up this pastime. Eventually I started walking back to Montrose. I walked for a mile or so and then finally decided I could run. I don't know what pace I was going those last couple of miles, I didn't bother looking at my watch. When I made it home, I was tired and defeated.

Now that it's a few days later I'm still tired and defeated, but I managed to get through a five mile run today. We'll see how tomorrow's nine mile goes. I haven't given up yet - not totally anyway - but I'm not predicting a PR this year. At this point I just want to finish marathon training and finish the marathon. 

So that’s where I am. Not where I want to be, but as they say, life is a marathon, not a sprint. And nothing is more of a marathon than marathon training. 

2 comments:

Pete B said...

Sorry to hear about your 13 miler. I think lots of us are reaching the "burnout" stage of marathon training. This weather definitely is not helping things. Anyway I'm looking forward to getting to the finish line and then chilling for awhile!

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