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Runner’s Logic

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Happy Labor Day!

It’s hard to believe it’s the unofficial last day of summer. It seems like we’ve got a resurgence of summer weather so I’m more than happy to hang onto it for as long as I can. Jeans, boots, sweaters and all things pumpkin and apple can wait just a bit longer, in my opinion.

So let’s talk running.

I did something on Friday that I’ve never done before.

I ran my long run of the week on a Friday afternoon.

Friday is usually a rest day for me. But the kids were off from school so Ron stayed home from work with them. With the kids off, that meant I didn’t have to pick them up from school when I was done with work. Since I opted out of running on Thursday due to a cranky hamstring, I decided I’d run as soon as I got out of work.

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I’m a morning runner, no doubt about it. Whenever I run in the afternoon, I feel less energetic. It’s more of a slog than a run. With that in mind, I was anticipating feeling horrible. My initial plan was for 8 miles but was unsure how my hamstring was going to feel. Or even really how my stomach was going to handle it.

But then my fuzzy runner’s logic stepped in.

Mile 1 – This feels ok. Is the first mile ever fantastic for anyone? The good news was my hamstring was happy again.

Mile 2 – This feels good. Hmmm…8 miles is going to fly by.

Mile 3 – I think I’ll run mile 4-8 at goal marathon pace. I feel really good.

Mile 4 – Goal marathon pace doesn’t feel so bad. I’m kind of shocked that I can do this after being on my feet at work for 7 hours and eating none of my usual pre-run food. Maybe spinach, avocado and chicken are good running fuel?

Mile 5 – Still holding on.

Mile 6 – I’m going to need a couple of miles for cool down after I hit 8. I should run a total of 10 today.

Mile 7 – One more to go!

Mile 8 – Did it!

Mile 9 – I’ve got my long run tomorrow of 16 miles. If I run 10 right now, what’s 6 more? I’m almost there.

Mile 10 – Let’s do 16 miles!

Mile 11 – Whoops! Out of water and I don’t have any mid run fuel on me since I didn’t think I’d run this far. I’m draining fast. Jump in my car and head home to replenish my water bottle and grab some chomps.

Mile 12 – Gah! My legs stiffened up with the 20 minute break. Running on cement legs feels painfully slow although my pace isn’t that bad.

Mile 13 – Almost there! My legs are still stiff and now I’ve got a blister forming on my big toe. Ouch. I can’t quit now.

Mile 14 – 16 – I can’t remember a single thing from those miles. Finishing is all I focused on.

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I was pumped with how well the first 11 miles went but that little break messed me up. I was hungry, thirsty and tired at that point and just wanted to be done. It was a struggle to finish. Good training for running on tired legs? The good news was that my long run was done. I could sleep in a little bit on Saturday morning.

Hahaha. I guess my kids didn’t get that memo.

I definitely surprised myself that I could run that far on a Friday afternoon. And it was definitely marvelous to have my long run done for the weekend. Although I did run 9 miles on Saturday and Sunday.

However, I don’t think I’ll make it a regular habit to run long in the afternoon/evening. I slept horribly that night. I don’t think I had a deep sleep all night. And then my stomach was growling so loud around midnight that it actually woke me up.

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Marathon training really messes with your head. To the average person, 6 more miles is a big deal. But when you are accustomed to running more miles, 6 seems like a breeze. I tried explaining my fuzzy runner’s logic to Ron and he just said, “Whatever works for you.”

I don’t think he got it.

Do you prefer your long run on the weekend or during the week?

Stubborn Runner

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Hey guys!

Hope you had a great weekend. It’s back to the daily grind as usual for me so I’m kind of dreading Monday. Vacation is so nice. If only I got paid to just be me.

Oh well…

If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook you probably already saw that my planned 20 miler for Saturday was a bust. A full out “This sucks. WTF am I doing?” type of run.

Friday night I wasn’t really sure if I should cut back my planned mileage or go for it. I was feeling much improved with my sinus infection but still congested a bit. I really didn’t want to put it off till next week. I had been prepping myself all week for the 20 miles. My mind was focused and set on that number.

The plan was for me to get 10 miles in before meeting up with Kailey and Mariette for the second half. I was running late so I didn’t get started as early as I’d hoped. As soon as I started running, I felt off. Of course, the first mile, two or even three kind of suck on almost any run. I tried telling myself that over and over. By mile 4 I felt like I was in a little bit of a better place. I ran a route that brought back marathon training memories from last Spring.

But then my mind started to go to the dark side. The side where all the negative thoughts in the world reside and feed off my confidence like a parasite.

By mile 7 I was looking for signs to tell me to stop.

Hmmmm…is that stop sign telling me to stop running?

Where was Sisu when I needed it?

By the time I met up with the girls I had got 8.5 miles in. For some reason I had two hot spots forming on each foot and I was tired. My stomach was also growling despite eating my usual long run fuel and taking in fuel at 5 miles. Every step felt like I was slogging through soft sand. I was hoping that having some company would revitalize me.

Unfortunately, it didn’t. There were multiple walk breaks taken. I crawled up hills. I just didn’t have it in me.

At mile 16ish I split off with the girls to head back to my car for more water. I really wanted to call it quits when I got to my car but my stubborn ways wouldn’t allow it. I was still fixated on 20. I thought I’d give it one last attempt to get the remaining 3.

Finally, at 18, I called it. Every time I tried to run my calves and hamstrings would cramp up in knots. Even stepping off a curb caused it.

I was not happy.

Didn’t I just run 20 miles with no problems a few weeks ago? What happened?

I then got mad at myself for being so stubborn. Why didn’t I stop earlier? What was I trying to prove?

It came down to pride.

My pride was too big to admit that I wasn’t up to running 20 miles.

Ummm…hello! You’re on antibiotics for a sinus infection!

If I wasn’t such a stubborn runner, the smart move would have been to do less miles this week and a 20 miler next weekend. But no. I had my mind set on 20 and I was getting there no. matter. what.

And then my body just laughed at me.

So lesson learned – check your pride at the door. There’s no shame in cutting a run short because it just doesn’t feel right.

It’s one run. Shake it off. Focus on the next run.

Are you a stubborn runner?