Maybe I should rename this post, “how not to look old and tired,” an article that I saw in my feed from Goop a few weeks ago.
Except I don’t have the answer to not looking old and tired, which is a bit of a problem and would be considered click bait, no?
Over the past two years, while I was getting old and tired, I put my running in the backseat. My front seat was full of bigger things, like getting kids off to college, to foreign lands and back, and through long track seasons during which their futures were hanging in the balance.
I ran a random marathon last spring, mostly just for fun. Which doesn’t make any sense. Believe me, it didn’t. In preparation, I ran a few long runs, a few interval workouts on the track, which were sort of blended tempos, and then a few threshold runs in the weeks leading up to race day.
Even with my obsessive approach to learning everything there is to know about time and pace and all of that, I really went into the race having no idea if I would run 4 hours or 3 and a half. I can’t really understand my own fitness very well, as I guess I’m too close to myself to focus. Ha.
I ended up running a 3:19, which was a crazy surprise, because I was severely undertrained (for me). I never did long warm ups or cool downs, I didn’t care what pace I ran my handful of long runs in, and I skipped easy runs just because I didn’t feel like running. I was in the midst of finishing up coaching my last youth track season, so there wasn’t a lot of extra time on the weekends or at night for running, and I didn’t really care how the day turned out.
Since then my running took more of a nosedive, as I found my house full of boys (now men) and playing musical cars. I spent most to my time running to and from Costco, trying to keep the house full enough of food so that the grumpiness factor was reduced somewhat.
All in all, I probably averaged about 30 miles per week over the summer, which isn’t that bad.
And then once two of the men (my sons, one is left at home starting high school) moved out for the college fall semester, I felt ready to launch into training for something. Except I wasn’t.
I think I may have gotten a bit too aggressive, as jumping from 30 to 50 mpw in a few weeks ended in illness, a sinus infection that went on for about a month.
Folks, I’m old and tired. (And I look it!)
However, I am happy to report that this week I officially kicked off a new season of my life. I have run like four days straight, up a few hills, and finished a short threshold run. Yippee.
I started writing things down. Like what I eat, how many miles I run, how I feel.
Focus. This is what it looks like. Life has been blurry for a while, as I allowed myself to surrender to the needs of everyone else around me. Sure, I feel like a loser. I didn’t really have a life of my own, per se, during this period. Still don’t. But the house was clean, there was food in the fridge, and everyone had the support and transportation they needed to accomplish big stuff.
We don’t really get credit for being that person who supports everyone else, do we? Believe me when I say, NO.
Anyhow, I am excited to start a new season of running. I have a very long way to go, I don’t have a race on the calendar yet; but, I am hoping that if I can get my running life back together, everything else will fall into place as well. As tends to happen.
And seriously, let’s face it, I’m also old and tired. And don’t really want to be.
I need to get my hands on that GOOP article, ASAP.