The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers…
Somehow, I managed to survive my first weekend of combined marathon training and soccer officiating.
IT WAS NOT A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE.
I did but one game on Saturday, which, fortunately for me, started an hour earlier than the usual time. Another plus was that it was a U-16 match, which runs 80 minutes rather than the full 90. I brought along my Garmin 310XT to measure my mileage. I wanted to get my long run on after the game.
It took about 15 minutes into the game before the 310 caught the satellites and was happy. At least, that was how long it took me to finally get to pull it out of my pocket and start the timer. It wasn’t a particularly fast match. I’ve been known to put on 7-9 miles running a U-17 center. This one did about 4 miles + whatever I missed in the first 15 minutes. I was happy to go with “4”.
Leaving from the fields gave me many options for my long run. When I run long, I prefer one loop or an out and back. No way to chicken out on those. I somehow got it into my head that was “bored” with the traditional running places, and at the last minute I decided to head out to Kennesaw Mountain. I was perfectly aware that this was a grueling trail run, and I was totally comfortable letting my target paces go.
Recently, the national park added another parking lot off of old Hwy 41. It was plenty full when I arrived, indicating a large number of people out on the trails. I enjoyed taking my time. Dee Dee was working, and Matthew had spent the night with a friend. I walked to the visitor center (selfishly finishing my coffee) before hitting the trails. It was a beautiful day! The temps were nice and cool in the shade, and there were plenty of other peeps on the trails for company. My longest out and back at Kennesaw Mountain had been 5 miles (10 total). This time, I went out seven and came back for a total of 14 miles. My reward was new territory and a snake. LOL… He was sunning himself on a bridge near the turn around. I saw him on the way back and immediately wondered if he was there when I passed by the first time. I soon left him alone and continued my run.
As expected, the final 3 miles or so were just brutal, and I slowed considerably. I did not, however, quit. I finished up my 14 miles and limped back to the car. I needed to get home to take Matthew to his soccer match.
The next day, I picked up another U-17 center and had two adult matches on the schedule. Needless to say, by Sunday night, my body was in shock. I don’t have the exact digits, but I know my mileage was easily over 40 miles for the week, which would, of course, be a new record for me.
This week, I’m staring my first twenty miler square in the face. I’ve decided that the best decision is just to chunk the plan and go back to training by how my body feels. I’ve dissected the plan. What I have left is the spirit of the training plan. I’ll use that to guide me going forward.
Matthew is out of school the next couple of days, and Dee Dee is on vacation. I’m going to get my long run in on Friday, and officiate soccer matches on Saturday and Sunday. We’ll see how that goes.
Happy hump day, y’all!