I am deep into my training for the five half marathons in five days. I’m beginning to hit the kind of mileage I only hit when I’m training for a marathon or back to back half marathons.
The week started off great with an unplanned 10 mile run. Usually I run my longest run on Friday or the weekend, but the weather was AMAZING and I kept running until I ran out of light.
Next I hit up 4.7 miles on the treadmill while it snowed outside.
Then there was the slippery 6.3 miles on a cold windy day.
And another 6.2 miles on a cold but sunny day.
That left me with 6.5-8 miles to hit my goal mileage for the week, which should have been no problem.
I’ve learned how to dress for the recent weather: knee high socks, compression shorts, fleece lined tights over those, tank top, half zip, Sugoi running jacket, fleece lined running gloves, hat, sunglasses. I got ready, had my route planned, and knew I could get in the miles in the time I had open.
But life doesn’t always go as planned. My stomach rebelled at 4.5 miles, necessitating a stop at home at 5.1 miles. By the time I was finished resolving the issue, I was too chilled to go back out in 20 degree weather and Beer Geek was on the treadmill. I considered putting on dry clothes and trying to finish. I considered waiting for the treadmill. I considered running the missing 3 on Sunday.
In the end, I realized something. In the grand scheme of my training, missing those 3 miles really won’t matter. I managed all my other goals last week: 3 days of running in a row + at least one double digit run. I won’t look back during the half marathons and think “darn, I wish I’d run those miles”. In fact, by the time this whole challenge is over and I’ve run more than 650 miles in training, I likely won’t even remember that run.
This week brings more miles and more challenges: a minimum of 35 miles of running + at least 4 days of running in a row along with another cold snap from Mother Nature.
Whose bright idea was this anyway?