I am really starting to think negative thoughts on this training cycle right now. Three bad weeks in a row just has taken a toll on me mentally. By this point, I should be putting up 35 miles easily over the week and I’m barely getting to 20 miles. I am definitely starting to question just about everything as I head into my taper. I’m basically starting to question if I am going to really am ready for these marathons. This is where the ugly part of training comes in.
What isn’t helping this feeling is that my travel for work has just quadrupled. I’m going to be spending a lot of time in NYC for work over the next 4-6 weeks and as glamorous as that may sound, it’s not. By Wednesday of last week, I already had 40 hours of work in. On Tuesday alone, I put in about 17.5 hours. Needless to say, I am also worried about what this travel will do for my training. On top of that, I hurt my foot this week and that’s been holding me back a bit as well.
Tuesday: Travel Day
Wednesday: 3 miles, 30:36, 10:12/mile
Thursday: Injury Day
Friday: Travel Day
Saturday: 12.3 miles, 2:27:58, 12:02/mile
Sunday: 5 miles, 50:35, 10:07/mile
Total Miles: 20.3miles
Saturday morning was the course preview run with Elite Runners & Walkers. Going into it I was going to do the 20 mile loop. Well, then with my foot and realizing I had a marathon in just 2 weeks, I backed down to mentor and take on the half marathon group. I was pretty worried about how the foot would go, but out of my 12.3 miles, it was only cranky for about 2 and only after I had to jump over a big puddle. Also, I am not sure who pissed off Mother Nature, but here we were April 9th and I think I ran in my 2nd snowiest run of this training cycle. Just insane. The snow and cold was not what I wanted to deal with. I wanted much warmer weather so I could try and stimulate race day conditions.
The only silver lining to this past week was my run on Sunday evening. I was probably the laziest I have been in quite some time during the day. I basically went from my bed to my couch and lounged in my sweats all day. Finally though around 5pm, I ended up going for a run. I wanted minimum of 5 miles so I figured I’d do what I could. I felt pretty good and never looked at my watch. When I finished and looked at my watched, I was shocked to see my split times. I did not think that I was feeling that good. Needless to say, in the 3 weeks of horrible and ugly, this was certainly a shimmer of hope.