I’m pretty sure I’ve had the equivalent of a lobotomy as a result of marathon training. And here’s why.
I actually said to Scott after our epic 20 miler last week:
“I’m kinda sad that next week is another drop-back week. I will miss this.”
Um, what?? Who have I become??
…a marathon maniac, that’s who. This person I never, ever thought I’d become? Well yeah, I’m kinda her and it’s kinda neat being in ‘this’ mode right now. I really honest-to-god never thought I’d see the day.
This all sort of came to me while drafting a guest post for Theodora (if you don’t follow her blog, you should – she’s pretty awesome) about being a first-time marathoner. And I got to thinking…hell yeah: I *am* a first-time marathoner. Or about to become one.
…and that ‘become a marathoner’ moment is coming up wicked fast.
A feeling that hit me like a giant ton of bricks late last week. We actually had our worst run to date last Thursday night (I won’t get into the gory details, I’ll just say I was pretty sure I’d yakking the night away…but thankfully that never happened) and by Friday? Well, I had nothing left. Zero. I was lifeless after teaching class Friday morning but hell bent on getting a run in…a redemption run, if you will. Yet the second I set foot out the door with Scott and walked up to our usual starting point? I literally could *not* force myself to start running. Just couldn’t do it.
And that, my friends…is what I’d like to think of as our marathon training breaking point or wall or whatever you want to call it. My body was just done. Done, done, done. So what did I do this weekend? I didn’t run. I never made up the miles from Friday’s missed run. I didn’t run on Saturday. Or even on Sunday. While your’re reading this, I should hopefully be out getting those redemption miles in and getting my legs back under me. And guess what? I’m totally ok with that fact. I didn’t get all the miles I wanted to last week, my training plan is rather incomplete from that standpoint. But you know what? I’m making this marathon training thing my (our) own and if that means drastically lower miles to end the week, because my body simply couldn’t ‘go’ any longer? So be it. I’m making this my own (a topic you’ll see more on from me this week…). In every sense of the word.
But back to my point here (sorry, totally spazzing while writing this post) — the lobotomy thing.
Yes, I know that this week is a drop-back week. But no, I’m not ALL that happy about it. I mean, sure it’ll be nice not to be on my feet for 3+ hours on Tuesday AM like usual, but I just love, love, love those hours on the road with Scott so much more than I ever thought possible. It’s just crazy to me.
Despite the fact that I’ll miss the epic long run this week, I know my body needs this. So while I may be kicking and screaming on the inside (who kicks and screams over not being able to run 20 miles this week?? See? That’s the lobotomy talking…), I’m going to embrace this week’s drop-back week so I can go full steam ahead the next few weeks.
Because guess what? We’re only 6 long runs away from 26.2.
…yes, it’s *that* close. <—wheeeeee (“wheeee”? who says “whee” at the thought of facing down 26.2 miles?? Lobotomy talking…)