If you had told me even three months ago that I would run 30+ miles during a recovery week, I would have scoffed at you. Even during my peak of Ironman training, I seldom got into the thirty miles per week range. Hmmmmm…. maybe that has something to do with my poor run performance at Ironmans? LOL….
Marathon training, as an exercise in and of itself, is a different beasty. Yet, I love the way my body has responded. (LOOSE THE WEIGHT DAMN YOU!) There are days when I wonder if my legs can do (x) miles at (y) pace, and after my warm up, they do just that.
This week marks the half way point of my training plan. I am celebrating by running in the Race for the Fallen at Red Top Mountain on Saturday. What a better way to celebrate life than to dedicate a race for those who made the ultimate sacrifice in service to our people? I love the fact that the race is practically in my backyard.
Soccer season is in full swing. I managed to keep my obstinate decision to “never ref again” through the pre-season. Watching my son’s games left a small ache in my heart. It took but a few emails from people I care about to change my mind. Despite my bally-hooing and whinage, I found myself running the pitch last Saturday on a U-13 Classic IV match. I loved every minute of it. The problem is not the game of soccer, the players, or the spectators. The problem is me: pure and simple. I have to go out on the pitch with the right attitude, and leave with the right attitude.
My return to the pitch has struck during prime time. The longest runs of training plan are coming up, and I need to integrate my weekend activities with my plan. I basically took the rest of my plan and boiled it down to three key workouts per week. Right now, it looks like I’m going to need to move my long run to Thursday. I’m not sure how Teh Bug is going to take that. I haven’t checked in with her yet. If I can swing it, it will free up a lot of time on the weekends for both family and soccer.
I like the canned plan that I am using, but I don’t need a plan. Improvement comes from dancing the fine line between uncomfortable and hurting one self, and I know how to listen to my body.
What’s the easiest way to clear the webs out? Fire? A sword? A good run? take your pick :-)
Have a great weekend, y’all!