Lately, I have been ridiculously excited about starting marathon training. I don’t know what triggered this but I feel like a kid counting down the days to their birthday or even worse!
I’ve been craving those long runs that you “hate” because you’re pushing yourself so hard you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it: the “zone” has faded and in its place your legs have numbed, your lungs burn, you’re also hydrating and downing gu like it’s going out of style. Trudging up a hill you glare at a well meaning passerby that says “you’re almost done” because in your head you think you have 10k to go but you aren’t entirely sure because the runner’s brain has taken effect and the only thing you know for certain is: math + runner’s brain = empty set.
Then something clicks…the legs keep going, the lungs’ labouring decreases and you find your rhythm again. You’re almost done and even though you are tired and sweaty with some salt crystallized on your forehead a smile forms on your face and you are able to shift gears to a faster pace. Then you start laughing because you find everything funny in that moment…the running, the weather, the people you pass, the hill you just conquered, etc. (Does anyone else get that way or is it just me?)
Once you finish, a wave of relief (for being done) distracts you from the fact you are sore and tired. In all reality, you end up loving that run because you completed it in (more or less) one piece. It’s one of those runs where even the ice bath doesn’t seem so terrible and once you’ve cleaned up and had your postworkout nutrition you drift off to sleep for a few hours.
Those adaptive runs are what I miss right now. It’s sooo tempting to jump the gun on marathon training but peaking beforehand would be horrid so I think that’s the only thought keeping me at bay. :: sigh :: I haaaate being patient sometimes (ok, more often than not.)