…to get back to work!
It’s been almost four weeks since the Brooklyn Half, which marked the end of my Spring training. I already had the Wineglass Marathon on my schedule as a goal fall race. I wanted to have a solid period of rest before I started training again.
From May 20 to date, I ran 30 miles. That’s 30 miles in four weeks. The rest period was exactly what I needed mentally and physically. After the Mini 10k last weekend, I knew I was ready to get back out there and run. I knew I was ready to push myself during really intense speed workouts and torture myself for three hours during long runs.
This Sunday, June 16, marks 16 weeks until the marathon. I have the remainder of this week to do whatever until I commit myself to my training once again. WHAT WILL I DO? I am going to eat burrito bowls and drink summer brews and champagne (new house, holla!). I am also going to race a 5k in my hometown on Saturday. I prepared by doing one speed session on Wednesday (to ensure my legs still moved at a semi-quick pace). If it were a test, I would’ve failed and have been sent to summer school.
My plan: Five miles. Three at half marathon pace or faster (7:50).
Reality: I ran a warmup mile at 9:00 pace. I picked up my pace to 7:30ish and within a quarter-mile I realized there was no chance I would ever be able to maintain that for three miles. I quickly decided to do three one-mile repeats. After 3/4 of the first mile I stopped in my tracks, cursed and desperately tried to catch my breath. I would have ended the run right there if I didn’t have to get back to my car. Once I gathered my composure, I set off on another 3/4 mile repeat. Afterward, I sat down on a bench by a lake and reflected on my return to the running world.
Actually I didn’t do that. I took 15+ pictures of my cool new compression socks and was finally satisfied with this one, despite my chubby knees and hairy legs (clearly NOT filtered):
I ran another 9:00 mile, drove home and ate pizza to celebrate my success.
Despite this “speedwork” session, my 5k goals have not changed. I am going to race to the best of my currently ability. It will give me a better idea of where I am (slow) before I start my next training cycle vs. where I want and need to be (fast)!
Everyone has had shitty workouts, can you think of one in particular where you just wanted to give up and/or lay on the side of the road and beg for mercy? Let’s talk about it.