This past week, I was “off” everywhere I went. I’ve been so busy at work that I feel that I’m lacing my shoes but not going anywhere; the boys are in full-swing of school and activities, and driving is beating up my right calf (city driving – aka, constanting braking – is not fun); Skipper had an MRI which has been a huge stress for everyone in the house; weather got in the way of running two nights, leaving me with only three runs this week.
How times have changed? Six months ago, I was thrilled if I could get three runs in. Now, I’m complaining that I’m only getting in three. But a talented running buddy of mine once told me that, during marathon training, you need three quality runs: a long run, a tempo/interval, and a good 5 to 7 mile run; anything else is a bonus. These are words that I’ve told myself again and again for the past few days.
I was able to run a 7 mile tempo on Wednesday (with speedwork at a 6:40 pace), ran 5 strong miles on Friday at lunch and am going out for 18 wet, rainy miles tomorrow. So, I met my minimum. But for me, an overachieving, A-type runner, I’m not happy with the minimum.
As a result, this week I simply haven’t been myself. I’m on edge; I know my heartrate is up a bit and the irony is that running has inadvertently become a stressor. I’ve been fretting about not reaching over 40 miles this week. I’m upset because I had to fulfill the role of being a mom on two mornings this week when I really wanted to get out for an early morning run. Finally, I’m starting to feel ready for Hamilton after running last Sunday and I want to make sure that my training goes as planned; when the plan falls apart, I get anxious. This week, the plan fell apart.
However, I am a believer in things happen for a reason and, last night, the reason for my low mileage week became obvious. First, I probably needed an easy week to recover from last week’s long run – the longest I’ve run in over 15 years. I also needed an easier week because I’m exhausted from work. Most importantly, though, I’m about to run long twice – tomorrow and, again, on Saturday – in the same week, resulting in a 50 mile week (assuming that I can get the other runs in; so, yes, the rest has probably been good for me.
Despite the negativity I’ve felt since Tuesday, I’m feeling confident about The Road2Hope in Hamilton – so confident that I registered for it last night. The countdown is on.