Training for my third half has been frustrating. Writing about this frustration may have helped but I tend to internalize self-annoyance and could not find the right words.
I have maintained a somewhat decent weekly mileage while loosely interpreting three different training plans.
Weeks 43 and 46 were both weeks that I was sick.
I had a difficult time sticking to one training plan having changed three times in fourteen weeks. The issue is that my body is capable of running five or six days a week but months of that is draining mentally. (Plus it sometimes causes my husband to claim he never sees me and that I spend more time out of the house than in it.) That coupled with all the stress of the election (as the President of the Polk County Young Democrats and being in charge of the DEC weekly newsletter) was biting off more than I could chew. So what is the solution?
I want to get faster and to do that I know I need much higher weekly mileage. For slow pokes such as myself, fitting 40 miles per week in is a serious time commitment. I need to find a better way to increase my mileage and not feeling like the only I do is run. I also want to see some results and know that will require pushing myself outside of the comfort zone of 11 minute miles when I know I can run faster. (Sometimes I feel like I’m afraid of the discomfort of running faster. If that makes any sense.)
The plan so far is run the Orlando Half Marathon this coming Saturday. I will run it with few expectations but secretly hoping to PR (2.31.38 from March of 2012). Then find a new and better fit training plan for Gasparilla Half Marathon in February.
So there it is, all the reasons why I haven’t been posting and have felt bad about my running.
Saturday started out like most days. I woke up before the sun came up, swearing that I would start my long run at six. I do this many Saturday’s but am really to scared to run in the dark by myself, so I always end up sitting around and drinking coffee. When the sun came up and I was able to drag myself away from the computer, I did end up getting outside.
I was supposed to run 11 Miles but knew I would not have time because I had a hair appointment at 11 and I am slow. An 11 mile long runs take around 2:26. So I decided to run for as long as I could.
My house is on a cul-de-sac and there are no other houses around us. I typically run around the cul-de-sac and noticed a car parked up on the grass near the pond. I went inside to let J know. J saw the car late last night parked there but thought it might be some kids. We decided to call the police, just so they could check out what was going on.
I went back to my run and then three police cars come barreling down my street. Then comes an undercover car. Being nosey, I keep looping around so I can see what is going on. Two people were in the car sleeping. The police end up arresting the man, not sure for what and the woman was let go. She took off on foot. The car was then towed. It is such a strange situation because we live in a fairly rural area, where there are plenty of places to park a car that are not near any residences. Not sure why you park next to a house with the lights on.
So with all this excitement, my 11 mile run turned into a four mile run. I am still so early in my training (week two) that I feel OK about missing it.
After the run, I did make it to the salon. I decided to go a little darker for the winter.
(Please ignore the messy bed behind me.)
Have you ever discovered something on a run that made you call the police?
Should I get over my fear of running in the dark?
I have a confession. I am a slow runner.
Monica at Run Eat Repeat wrote about comparing yourself to others and it made me wonder how often this happens. When you read blog posts about Iron Man finishes or back to back marathons, it can be difficult to stop the thoughts about how you compare. Are you really a runner if you run 10 minute miles? If you take walk breaks? If you stay at the back of the pack?
It is easy to say I could never do that or to discount your own athletic accomplishments because they are not as “impressive”. When I get to that point, I think back to just starting the C25K program and that running for ten minutes seemed impossible. I think of my first 5K and how nervous I was but so proud to have crossed the finish line. Even telling a non-runner you ran one mile will garner you a look of amazement.
Running is personal and everyone is different. I am slow and that is ok because I am faster than I was six months ago. I am training for my first half-marathon which I will finish and have fun training. That is good enough for me.
Do you compare yourself to others?