About three weeks ago, 1 of the 2 big white dogs performed in her first official agility trial. I remember thinking, “Sascha is a wild card. She could be spot on, or she could zoom off into her own wild blue yonder.” I probably even uttered words to that effect.
Well, like Sascha, I am a wild card for the Boston marathon, less than a week away now. (Of course I am not talking about winning anything, just alluding to my own possible performance.) As some of you know, with a bit of a lower right leg dysfunction, and lots of life crap-stuff, my training went haywire and I am just about as unprepared for a marathon as I ever have been. However, I am also as relaxed as I ever have been – I’m not hyper-aware of the weather forecast, I don’t have all my gear piled up and ready to go in the suitcase, I can enjoy a drink without fretting whether alcohol will make me lethargic. It is liberating somehow. And as my husband points out, “You did the work to get there. Now just go have some fun.” And in that spirit, I have decided to go the colorful route, so here is a sampling of the some of the gear I will be wearing:
By the way, in Sascha’s agility trial, she did indeed zoom off into her wild blue yonder. But it sure looked like she was having a grand time!
This will be a truncated post. I could kvetch about all the obstacles put into my path lately and complain bitterly about how this is impacting my ability to a) prepare for the Boston marathon, and b) prepare for my 100-mile race in August. However, I will refrain. And I will remember two things:
1) This is FUN. It is recreation. This is not my job, not my career, not my life. If it isn’t FUN, it shouldn’t be done.
2) You do the best you can, under the circumstances. Everyone lines up having endured or experienced different factors or conditions. You can only really control one thing – your attitude.
So there. Thanks for listening. And go have some fun. By the way, the 2 big white dogs are VERY good at this.
This weekend, we go on another backcountry ski trip to the Lost Wonder Hut. The 2 big white dogs have rested all week and are raring to go. I’m psyched too, except I probably won’t get my marathon training miles in. My plan, way back before the ski trip got organized, was to do 7 miles on Friday, 8 miles on Saturday, 15 miles on Sunday. Instead I will ski approximately 2 miles with a heavy pack on on Friday, unknown miles on Saturday (all dependent on conditions, dogs, cold, weather, etc., etc.), and 2 out with a somewhat less heavy pack on on Sunday.
So, we got versus
I realize that I could just dump the running and consider the skiing as a sort of cross-training. Or, I could get totally gonzo and force my husband to leave early Sunday so I can get back home and get a run in, although it would be nowhere near the miles I “should” be doing.
So I have myself a bit of a quandary. Most likely the running miles will go out the window, and I will not be the worse for wear, but you get in the running mode and you always wonder if some time off will hurt, right? I’m not the only runner out there who gets a bit too into it, am I? Perhaps, I’m just a bit too neurotic. Perhaps I just need to ski and be happy that I have the opportunity to do so.
I believe the skiing will win out. Back to the miles on Monday, here’s hoping!
Speed training is not my favorite thing. I’m a fan of long and slow, and well, I do that a lot better than speed. But today, I had a speed workout, (on the treadmill, no less), that was not like Machiavellian torture. What a concept! And later today, a massage for me – yes!
Today, a solid seven days after the snowshoe death march, I mean, race, I finally had a comfortable run. I took a day off from running the day after the death march, ahem, race, but started up again on Monday. So six miles on Monday, four miles Tuesday (with speed work and crazy wind), Pilates reformer class on Wednesday, seven miles marathon pace on Thursday (I am doing the Boston marathon in April, and am attempting to train for that, as well as this crazy ultra), four miles Friday, and eight miles today. And it took until today until I felt good. Not sure if I needed more recovery post death march, I mean race, or if I just needed to get some consecutive training days in to adjust, or what.
I did manage to take the 2 big white dogs for two of the runs. At some point, I’ll figure out how to take some decent video of them running and post it so others can see the joy and power they exhibit out there. It is inspiring! But for the time being, you just get pictures of them after a run, like this one:
Y and S asleep, post-run
Now, the only problem, is sore feet. It’s nothing major, and I do know aches and pains from lots of physical activity over the years, and because of my work as a massage therapist. Thank god, I got one of these!
The BEST foot roller!
Tomorrow, 14 miles. At least, that’s the plan. Will keep you apprised.
So, there is a reason for having a recovery day after a speed workout. I know that, but instead I opted for a moderately intense Pilates class, and then later in the day, a short, but fast run. Ugh. That run did not go well. Legs were like logs. And then, so quickly, came the negative self-talk. “You’re struggling with this, and you think you can do a hundred?,” my addled brain provokes. “Are you nuts?” Psyche out!
I should leave that psyche out for my competition. Except my biggest, and sometimes only competitor, is me. And me – all parts of me – need to be on the same page. At least most of the time.
Does this hapoen to you? If so, what do you do to combat it? And why is it sometimes so hard not to run?