And just like that…it’s over.
Another youth cross country season is in the books.
Which means I can finally clean my house and get my life back together. Kind of.
I’m actually freaking out a bit because I signed up for a marathon (Surf City February 7) and I have no business training for one right now.
But it’s been so loooong since I’ve made myself miserable running 26.2 miles. A year.
The time frame is terrible and I know that MFP is going to be furious (when he finds out shhhh).
The plan is to train as efficiently as possible, and go in under-trained. Which is just another way of saying that I’ll be on track for a PR until mile 20 and then I’ll have no idea why my legs start to feel like two pipes of lead that won’t move. Or why my stomach seizes up and suddenly won’t digest my gels. Yes, under trained indeed. It is not such a good thing, my friends.
But it could happen.
I don’t like to bite off more than I can chew. Yes, I am one of those. The variety of us who love that Zen saying, “how you do anything is how you do everything.”
I don’t take responsibilities or marathon training schedules lightly, which is also another way of saying that I become a complete and total nightmare when I’m focused on a goal. Nightmare.
However, I don’t have a choice this time. For various reasons my training time will be limited and I will have to make the most of my quality days, and try to squeeze in the junk miles when I can. (The junk miles help your legs not feel like lead during the last 6 miles.)
In short, I am frightened because I don’t have a whole lot of control over this cycle, and I sooo love to feel prepared. I am not so naive to think that things will miraculously come together for a stellar marathon despite a less-than-ideal training cycle.
Running is so much more like accounting than it is about miracles.
But, anyway. Although I am not afraid to run a marathon without running a personal best, I refuse to run one for fun. (They are not fun.)
I don’t think there will be any way that I will be able to run more than 68 miles in a week (during peak weeks) unless I get up in the dark or run around my coyote-filled neighborhood late at night.
I love PRs. I love life more. (I just saw one yesterday morning crossing my street with a cat in its mouth. Yikes.)
So, that’s the plan. I really just want to get back out there, and a full year is long enough to wait.
It’ll be an experiment. It’ll be fun. (No no, not fun!)
Training last week:
Monday: 7 miles easy
Tuesday: 4 x 1 mile repeats @6:23 average
Wednesday: 9.5 miles
Thursday: 10 mile trail run with 4.5 miles elevation gain
Friday: 9 miles
Sunday: 16 miles
62 miles total
Have a great week!