My body is just plain angry with me. Every run has been tough and unenjoyable. Every single one, since the Surf City Marathon. I took 6 days off after the race. But, I got right back into the swing of things after those measly 6 days. My pace is noticeably slower than usual. My muscles are unusually fatigued, tight and tender. My shin throbs, my Achilles screams and even the bones in my feet hurt.
Every long run leading up to Surf City was highly anticipated. I would look forward to running all day, every day. It was fun! I think I smell serious burn-out coming on. I feel more dread about long runs than excitement and to me, that is a sign that I need to back off.
Yesterday, we set out for a 15 mile trail run. Angela took us to this amazing place way out in Ramona. I felt like we entered another state, even another country. There wasn't anything in sight for miles upon miles. The roads were windy and the hills towered above us, high in the sky.
Snow-capped mountains in the distance. Isn't that crazy?
We started off on a winding trail, completely off the beaten path. The solitude of this trail brought about instant peace. I felt like I could suddenly breathe deeply. The fresh, clean air was infiltrating my nostrils in such a lovely way.
Quickly, things went from peace, love and happiness to swear words and frustration. We had reached the stream that our trail running book had mentioned. Due to the rain over the last few days, the stream was much deeper than usual. The cement walkway was covered in water. There was no way to cross. I even tried to conjure up a way to create a raft that would help us get across. No cigar.
This is the problem. Training runs feel like more of a job than a hobby right now. I think I need a break from devoting my Sunday's to long runs. I feel pressured to run a certain number of miles and I need to let that go for awhile.
I finished up my run on the treadmill last night at the gym. While watching the Oscars, I gave some serious thought to this upcoming trail marathon. I decided that I will give myself another week or two to decide whether or not I will be running. If I continue to dread training runs, then I will be back out in an effort to avoid long-term burn-out. I do not want to be a quitter, but my body is telling me something. I feel it is my duty to listen.
That crack went way down to nowhere-land
I also think my iron stores might be low, once again. My recent fatigue is similar to when I was anemic. When my doctor back in Chicago said I need to take an Iron supplement, I obeyed. Within a month, I was back to normal. Of course, once I felt like my old self, I stopped taking iron. Typical American; always reactive, never proactive. On Saturday, I slept until 1:30 in the afternoon and yesterday I took a nap after sleeping in. I could actually fall asleep right now if I laid my head down. This just doesn't seem quite right. Normal people just don't sleep this much.
Have you ever backed out of a race you registered for?
What were the circumstances?
On a positive note, Ang just sent me a text of someone at the gym. At our gym, anything goes, and that is why we love it. You are free to be whoever it is you are!
I give her a ton of credit for feeling brave enough to pair the Ugg-like boots with pink and purple spandex. It's like Jane Fonda meets Britney Spears... or an eskimo.