Another mid-week random post coming atcha. Very suggestive that perhaps I need less training and more therapy.
This is going to be brief and if it sounds like I’m giving myself a pep talk that is because I am. Something about typing it out and sharing it with you all makes it more likely to stick.
This week is going to be a big compromise training-wise because we are driving up to Montana for the long Labor Day weekend. We planned this months ago and I included it in my schedule. It was a little stressful to schedule a bazillion hours of training into my limited time and it turns out executing the plan is even more stressful. I’m going to get in a long run and a long swim up there, which is great. But, basically, there is no time for a long bike ride. Whatever, that’s fine. Except that next week I’m doing an Olympic distance tri and therefore won’t be doing a long ride next week either. Fine, fine, lots of time for long rides. I’m missing a few other workouts too but it’s cool. There is plenty of room in this 30 week plan for a couple of adjusted weeks! I’m fit as a fiddle and a couple days off isn’t going to hurt.
So hypothetically let’s say I buy into that, and just bang out the few workouts I have scheduled this week with focus and purpose. Well that would be just great. Except one tiny thing… my foot hurts!! GAH!!!!!!!!!! Just a little arch/sole of the foot pain that I get from time to time that usually lasts just one day. Well, it’s been two days. TWO! Two days people! Yes I’m overemphasizing this because I’m trying to point out to myself that I’m totally overreacting. I know a little pain now and then is normal. I’ve trained for 7 marathons for Cripes sake! And I know for a fact I have had this exact same conversation every. Single. Time I’ve done a hard-core training program and I know exactly what you are all going to say. I know what I would say to you! Aron, Maritza, you guys know we all have this freak-out at least once per training cycle and we email each other and give each other the exact same pep talk. Hilarious! Well, here I am. Whiny, nervous, anxious, overreacting.
I know the worst thing that can happen is that I am too stubborn to take a day off and I push through and I get a serious injury. Instead of it being a day off, it becomes a week off, or more. I know I just should rest. I’m skipping the semi-long-compromise ride and icing my foot and taking the day off.
One final complaint that maybe you triathletes can identify with is that in tri training, you can almost always do something… it’s hard to really truly give yourself a pass. If it is primarily a running injury, why don’t I just go swim? The bike would probably be fine, right? A little strength training? Some yoga? Sure, I don’t actually do yoga but maybe today I will start. Then I start in with the chores and untouched to-do list… well haven’t I been to busy to attend to many things and shouldn’t I take advantage and do that stuff tonight? Clean, laundry, errands, call my mom, my brother, Maritza, Inga, Grandma? Why don’t I go do all the fun stuff I feel like I’ve been missing out on?! Happy hour? Farmers Market? Art galleries?? Maybe I should price tickets to Europe? There's got to be something I can accomplish!!! AAAAAHHHHH.
So, I’m just off work and the night looms ahead of me and we’ll just have to see how it pans out. I'm not going to do any training because I think complete rest is best in this case. My guess is I will do nothing constructive and I will be a huge intolerable bitch to Zach. I will have at least one beer and I will honestly try to relax.
There’s a lot of weeks to go, my friends. God help us all.