When August turned to September, I was all set to increase my mileage. November Half Marathon! 40 and 50 mile weeks! OMG!
That hasn’t happened.
I seem to be stuck at 20-something miles a week. Sure, there are reasons: busy weekends, a streak of poor sleep, those pesky “funjuries.” But at the end of the day, if I wanted to run more, I would have. Because even with those minor setbacks, I certainly could have.
Here was two weeks ago (which I never posted because look how much it, with the exception of that track workout, sucks):
Partying it up at a music festival was more fun than going running.
After five days off, my shins were feeling better (no more pain walking around) so I tried an easy run. That went well, so I jumped into a 10-miler with my running group on Saturday. Although it was sucky to get out of bed in the dark (and I almost bailed), I was so glad I went.
Looking back, it wasn’t like it was a horrible week of working out. It’s not like I spent the week on the couch or something. I just have a hard time getting over the fact that I only ran 21 miles.
For the last few years, my “low” weeks have generally been around 40 – not 20 – miles. After my last marathon last April, I deliberately decreased my running for a few months. 20 miles a week (along with lots of cross training and strength training) became the new normal, which was fine.
But I assumed it would feel easy and natural to bring the mileage back up once fall hit. For whatever reason, it hasn’t.
I’m not really worried about my short term plans. The Atlanta Half Marathon is still 8 weeks away, and although I want to run hard, I’ve never had my sights on a PR there. The course is hilly and, realistically, I’m NOT going to be drinking wine while prepping Thanksgiving goodies the night before? Unlikely. I’m running it because it’s supposed to be a fun race and to give myself something to focus on this fall.
And also to motivate myself to build up my base so I’m in a good spot going in to spring marathon training.
THAT is what I’m more worried about with this whole, “Oh, I’m running 25 miles a week but I feel like I’m in good shape and it’s fiiiiiiiiiine….” attitude.
An attitude adjustment will be needed. At some point. I’m not going to force it quite yet though. I’m still hoping it will happen on its own, especially as it starts to actually feel like fall. (We are still having highs in the 80s down here.)
Blah. Running is hard and all of that.
Anyway, since this post has been nothing but me whining about my lack of motivation, I’ll leave you with a picture of my newest subcontractor:
Our concrete patching project is currently on hold due to rain. Sub is napping on a fleecy blanket. I hope she doesn’t think she’s getting paid for today.