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It’s been almost a week since my last run. I’ve officially only missed 4 runs on my training schedule and am most likely to miss a fifth tomorrow. Although I am starting to feel a little antsy, I don’t have that sense of urgency that has driven me in the past.
When I wrote a couple weeks ago about losing my mojo, many of you left me comments saying that maybe my body was just trying to tell me something; maybe after training all winter for Boston and then starting right back up a few weeks later for another marathon, my body just needed a break. At the time I took it all in intellectually, but in my heart I did not, could not accept that. Giving lip service to the idea that I may have needed a break, I decided to rest on my scheduled recovery run days. All I ended up doing was pushing myself harder on my other training days. It worked – for about a day or two and then my body finally said, “Enough!”
For the last week, the little aches and pains that simply come with training – those badges of hard work I wear so proudly – have intensified a bit. They are not debilitating by any means, but they are uncomfortable. For the past week I have been waking up in the mornings and simply letting my aches and pains dictate whether I would run or not.
The answer has been clear:
Rest.
Heal.
Truly recover.
And so each of those mornings I have done just that. I did not set out to take a week off, but it looks like that is what my subconscious has decided I need.
Despite being only 6 weeks away from my next marathon, I am not panicked, I am not worried, I am not afraid.
This Sunday I hope to go out for a Fathers’ Day long run – no intensity, just some nice, long easy miles. Maybe I will get back into the training program. Maybe I won’t. Either way, I am still signed up for Around the Lake and I will still be shooting for a 3:15.
The next 6 weeks are going to be interesting.