I’m just gonna say this week was one long break. Not really by choice. Sunday I couldn’t run because of my knee. Monday I had a procedure at the doctor that left me unable to run for two days. I finally got a chance to run on Wednesday.
That’s it. It’s Saturday and I haven’t run since then. Wednesday night into Thursday morning I was sick and spent the bulk of the time hugging a toilet. My boyfriend lectured me Thursday morning and told me not to run. It wasn’t really even an option. I was dehydrated and my legs were cramped up and my body felt like it had been worked over with a baseball bat. Twice.
Of course that didn’t stop me from getting in the car and heading to Virginia. I hung out in the backseat with two of three dogs and spent the five hour drive trying to get comfortable.
It was a long miserable drive and not getting any sleep the night before only made it worse. We arrived safely at my parents’ house and I stayed up long enough to see how all the dogs got along. All but two of the seven get along which I think is pretty good. I then slept for almost 12 hours. Something I never do.
I felt a little better yesterday but decided to take another day to recover. My running gear is currently mocking me from my suitcase. It’s raining here in good old Virginia so I’m taking the extra rest day. Not that I didn’t briefly consider running, but my mother said I shouldn’t and sometimes I listen to her.
My half marathon is two weeks away. I’m seriously starting to wonder if I can PR. I’m not going to stress it either way, this is my first real race of the year so no point in putting all my hopes into it. There’s always more races.
Last year I ran the Rothman 8K representing the Coast Guard. It was an awesome experience since we got to hang out in a heated tent before and after the race. We also had the opportunity to meet the mayor of Philadelphia and get introduced on stage prior to the race starting. Being up there while the national anthem was sung was an amazing feeling. No matter how many times I hear that song it always makes me a little emotional.
So this year I’m considering running the 8K and then the half the next day. I’ve never done a back to back race like that. Well that is until the end of the month. Since I’m running the Back On My Feet 5 Miler and the Love Run. So maybe I should use that weekend as a test and see how it goes.
At this point I’ll be happy with any time under 1:57 which is currently my PR for a half, but my goal is 1:52. I have two weeks left to train. Is this really doable? More importantly is it the end of the world if I can’t? These questions were floating around in my head last night and kept me awake till almost midnight.
The reasonable part me says that I run to run. Not to beat my time every time. I’ve read somewhere how runners will tell you that somedays a good run just isn’t gonna happen. Even if you train hard and eat properly and all the other million little things that go into preparing for a run. Sometimes it’s just not in the cards.
The less rational side says that if you’re not improving than what is the point. I’m hoping that reason and logic win out, but I’m not holding my breath. At the end of the day I need to remember to listen to my body and still be able to run the next day and the many days to come. I read this quote in The Happiness Project Journal which really seemed fitting though since it was kind of what I was thinking about with my running. Of course I’m sure that wasn’t what the person who wrote was thinking of but whatever it’s all the interpretation, right?
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for? Robert Browning
To me it says I should push for my PR, but I’ll be happy just to be running either way!
Either way I’ll be happy with my day today. My brother is getting married tonight and am beyond happy for him.
Until next time!!