I got through my first official week back to running, uninterrupted by sickness, laziness or lack of motivation.
Sunday: Beautiful easy trail run through Tilden Park in Berkeley, CA
Monday: Terribly windy miles back home on neighborhood streets
Tuesday: Hill repeats 4 x (90, 60, 30, 15 seconds)
Wednesday: Recovery run on trails
Thursday: 25 minute tempo
Friday: Recovery rolling hills
By Saturday I felt like cumulative fatigue was going to freaking kill me. I took a nap on Saturday afternoon, slept 11 hours Saturday night and took another nap on Sunday.
I didn’t realize how “out of shape” one can get when one fails to run consistently. But this is what I love about this sport: if we put our heads down and train intelligently, we improve quickly. (Perhaps not quickly enough, but still.)
All of that said, I had amnesia regarding how hard it is to get yourself back up to a baseline of fitness. I reality, I probably need to be just running “mileage” right now, increasing by a dull and boring 10 percent per week.
However, I do feel healthier and less injury prone if I switch gears pace-wise a few times a week. I tend to get IT band issues if I only run an easy pace week in and week out.
But what I mean about amnesia is that I forgot about those days where you are somewhere out on a trail far far away and you hit the wall and have to walk back home. (This is a result of me being too optimistic with my mileage goal.)
Today’s run was one of the above. When even my tough-as-nails can-do boy-mom attitude isn’t enough to persuade my legs to lift one more time to mimic a running pattern. When the towel is thrown in and a sort of cursing-under-the-breath walking meditation begins.
Walking two miles takes forever.
I am reminded why I love to run instead of walk; I have to take a deep breath and enjoy the walk instead. Or at least try. And so I smile at other walkers and think, what the heck is this walking thing all about, and how could you possibly be so happy about it? Do you know how much faster you could get there if you ran?
But today the choice wasn’t mine, and I made it back home.
My glycogen stores will get back up there; I have been here before.
But I swear, I am going to do my best to stay in shape forever, because the 2-mile walk-backs really do stink. Even if the flowers that you are able to stop to smell are fragrant and lovely.