In the spirit of organization (and the fact that I just have zero inspiration to write any sort of transitions tonight), we’re going to rock the headers. Because otherwise we could end up in Left Field without even knowing until it’s too late.
After my 17 miler on Saturday, I wanted to climb up on top of our roof and scream “It’s Step Back Week!” with the kind of enthusiasm that’s only reserved for reality TV stars going on a destination-adventure or making it to The Final Four.
Except for the part where I didn’t, and went for a cool-down walk and hopped in the shower instead.
But I’d like to think that according to my values system, a post-long run shower is worth AT LEAST $250,000.
To be honest, the very thought of this week is the only thing that got me through training last week. I completely understand that this part of marathon training is meant to fatigue you, so that your body is mentally and physically prepared for the glories and horrors of being propelled over 26.2 miles.
But I was really starting to get close to my limit.
I love running. I would even go so far as to say that I’ve officially Crossed Over into that group of people who crave it and adore it.
Training for a marathon? Is work. It’s not a job, but it’s demanding. Persistent. Constant. Consuming. I can’t think of a day that I haven’t spent time thinking about October 2nd since I crossed the finish line of the Lake Minnetonka Half-Marathon on May 1st.
The thought of a week where I only have to run 6-8 miles on Saturday morning is disconcerting in the strongest sense of the word. But at the same time, I’m kind of excited to find out what a Saturday where I’m not dead-to-the-world feels like.
Not Afraid Anymore
I will say that even though this week’s run was just plain long, while I was trotting along, I realized that I’m not afraid anymore.
When I was getting ready to go down to Madison for Galina’s bachelorette party, I was practically having kittens over the fact that I needed to run 16 miles AND I was going to be forced to do it in a strange place.
Never mind the fact that I had run 16 miles before or the fact that I have run in strange places.
But I truly felt like I was five years old and was being shipped off to Kindergarten for the first time again.
I don’t know what, specifically changed for me after I finished that run. But as I was doing my last circuit along the shore of Lake Mendota, even though my pace was completely shot and I was flirting with heat exhaustion, I realized exactly how deep I can dig.
I beat the mental pain. I took The Wall head-on and ran through it. Fear is dead.
re: The Noah’s Ark of Fuels
Good news, kittens! I found fuel that works for me. While I was on That One Run in Madison, I started chowing down on Honey Stinger Chews and felt absolutely zero GI distress. Since I’m not one to tempt fate, we’re going to be sticking with those from here on out.
But if y’all are doing the math in your heads, that leaves me with a whole heck of a lot of GUs, GU Chomps and Clif Shot Blocks.
So, it’s giveaway time!
The name of the game is fairly simple on this one. If you want any (or all!) of the package, leave a comment below that says you would like your name tossed in the
random number generator hat.
The contest closes at 5:00 AM on Saturday (which is when I wake-up for my long runs), and I’ll pick a winner then. I’ll let you know that you’ve won, you’ll send me your contact information and I’ll ship the whole kit ‘n caboodle off to you.
The only caveat: If you win and you DON’T want everything included in the picture above, pay it forward and share the goodies with other runner friends who do need it.
Simple enough, no?
When is the last time you overcame a mental block?
Assuming that a post-run shower isn’t actually worth $250,o00, how much would you pay for one?
What is the thing that you fret the most about before/during a run?