Flexibility is key, my running sisters.
After a fantastic week 7 I was actually looking forward to my 18-miler. I’d nailed all my runs that week – even the treadmill tempo run which had been my nemesis this cycle.
I woke last week on Sunday feeling not quite right. I’d been out late the night before doing karaoke with friends. I took mental stock of how much wine I’d had…definitely not enough to feel like this. Pretty soon I got a text from one of my friends saying his wife was puking every 10 minutes.
Conversation with my husband:
Me: If I have something like what she has I need to start running now before it hits.
Husband: This is a bad idea.
Me: I’ll stop when I feel bad.
Husband: Do not do this.
I agreed to give it some time to see what would develop. A couple of hours later I was completely down and out. It was bad. Like, shivering while sweating and not keeping anything down all day bad.
My friend ended up going to the hospital for IV fluids. The best guess of her doctors is Ecoli. I’ll not be going back to that karaoke place.
In comes week 8.
It was supposed to be a pretty aggressive week ending in 20 miles.
Monday: hahahaha. Rest day obviously.
Tuesday: 3 miles
I felt ok so hopped on the treadmill for my scheduled 7 miles with 8 sprints. After about 1.5 miles I realized I’d been way too optimistic. I felt bad. Time to cut this one short.
I texted my sister who’s training to BQ in March and got sidelined for a bit with knee issues. She’s back in training, faster and stronger than ever. I’m really happy things are going well for her, and also it was super reassuring to hear that her time off didn’t make her lose any fitness.
Wednesday: 6 miles
Schedule for today was 12. I did what I felt like doing and tried to keep in mind that I’m a lifetime runner, not just a one-race runner. The goal of this week just needed to be to get healthy and not overdo it.
Most of marathon training is pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. You have to be able to keep going when your body says stop. This week flipped that on it’s head. It’s a mindset I haven’t been in for a long time. When my body said stop I had to stop and be happy that I could do that much.
Thursday: Rest Day Yay!
Friday: 8 miles with 5 at Half Marathon Pace
Plan was 10 miles with 6 at half marathon pace. This was the first day I felt like I was getting my mojo back. I scaled back my ‘half marathon pace’ to 8 min mile and that felt like the right effort. Near the end of the 5 fast miles I was feeling that old familiar “I’m done” feeling from earlier in the week so I cut the tempo short and did enough slow cool down miles to get to a nice round number. The end for the day.
Saturday: 5 recovery miles
Nailed it. My first run outside since getting sick and I felt good for the first time all week.
Sunday: 19.2 miles
20 miles on the schedule. I went out today with the goal of hitting last week’s 18 mile distance and the realization that I might have to call for a pickup at any time.
This run was tough. I was definitely feeling the lack of training from earlier in the week. But after a while I was able to tap into that run trance that happens when you know you have a long way to go and the only way to get there is to keep putting one foot ahead of the other until enough time passes.
At mile 15 I decided I had enough in me to split the difference between last week’s 18 miles and this week’s 20 miles. I finished feeling sore, but really good about how I handled this entire recovery week. I kept myself moving, but stopped when it was time to stop. Sometimes stopping when it’s time to stop is as hard as continuing when it’s time to continue.