Dana learns a lesson in pride.
So allsummer year I have been talking here and everwhere about health. I had these "goals" we will call them about getting back into shape post baby and making health a priority in our family life this year. Some things have gone well and some things haven't.
Week after week I have been feeling stronger and ready to conquer the race in two weeks.*
I had been feeling so strong that I have started to change my goals from "finishing" to looking at a goal time (for me, 5 hours). I have done three 18 mile runs and each one got steadily better and so I thought, sure let's see what happens if I speed up a little bit.**
I decided to do one final long run to build confidence. . to imagine myself climbing up Summit, kicking ass taking names. .. I set out to have this be a glorious day.
So what happens if I speed up?-- well it turns out that I totally fold. Totally, utterly completely fold. As in, I took a 10 minute rest on a bench and thenwalked crawled the last 4 miles back. I have never experienced something so profoundly wall-like. I know the term is there for a reason but man did it suck.
I am up in the air if I am going to do the marathon at this point-- as hard as I worked- I probably didn't work hard enough. . . my summer was all about moderation and family balance as much as it was about my own health. I ran 3 days a week max which is probably short of where I should have been. It's a bit of a bummer to pull out this late- but I really need to think about what would happen if I hit a wall like I did. I absolutely can not walk 12 miles. . . . and at the end of the day I want this to be a positive experience. . . .and yesterday was definitely not.
boo.
*It turns out that running is hard people. Maybe not for "other" people but for this person it is. I had been feeling really good despite the fact that I could run (count-em) 1 mile when I started marathon training when Deirdre was 2 months old.
**I decided to drop 1 minute a mile. this was a mistake.
So all
Week after week I have been feeling stronger and ready to conquer the race in two weeks.*
I had been feeling so strong that I have started to change my goals from "finishing" to looking at a goal time (for me, 5 hours). I have done three 18 mile runs and each one got steadily better and so I thought, sure let's see what happens if I speed up a little bit.**
I decided to do one final long run to build confidence. . to imagine myself climbing up Summit, kicking ass taking names. .. I set out to have this be a glorious day.
So what happens if I speed up?-- well it turns out that I totally fold. Totally, utterly completely fold. As in, I took a 10 minute rest on a bench and then
I am up in the air if I am going to do the marathon at this point-- as hard as I worked- I probably didn't work hard enough. . . my summer was all about moderation and family balance as much as it was about my own health. I ran 3 days a week max which is probably short of where I should have been. It's a bit of a bummer to pull out this late- but I really need to think about what would happen if I hit a wall like I did. I absolutely can not walk 12 miles. . . . and at the end of the day I want this to be a positive experience. . . .and yesterday was definitely not.
boo.
*It turns out that running is hard people. Maybe not for "other" people but for this person it is. I had been feeling really good despite the fact that I could run (count-em) 1 mile when I started marathon training when Deirdre was 2 months old.
**I decided to drop 1 minute a mile. this was a mistake.