(G): I am not the most mentally flexible of ultra runners or yogi for that matter. Ironic, I know.
That’s actually one of my achilles-heel issues because I don’t deal well with changes. It’s like last week around 7-plus miles into a 10-mile distance, Swaggy J throws at me: “Hey, let’s do 13 miles.”
Yep, that’s usually a nonstarter, a de-motivator. It reminds me of when I first started running with Swaggy and he would make me run through culs-de-sac. It made my head want to explode. I mean I am supposed to be running forward not in a half arc and when I get out I have gotten — what do they call it — nowhere!
I have mellowed on that one over the years but the mileage is still a sticking point. It doesn’t even matter how far. If I go out for 3 miles, even if I ran 20 the day before, don’t tell me halfway in we are going for 5. Total mental despair.
Now add in that I was hungry bordering on “hangry.” No laughing matter. If you are not familiar with hangry… consider yourself lucky.
But this is what happened last Thursday, I was hangry AND Swaggy changed the plan on me. Knowing that this is something I need to work on I was quiet for about 10 minutes and then I relented. I had to get my head around the fact that I was now 6 miles from being done (and food) instead of around 3 and it was quite a feat for me.
This is a lot like all my training to be honest. Things change. I kick, scream and eventually relent. You’d think by now I could cut to relenting!
All this mental wrangling practice was useful quickly because on Sunday I hit 16 miles and it was tough. Miles 11-13 were a slugfest. I got to 15.5 before I had to call it quits so I could make it to an appointment on time. But being the rigid trainer that I am I did go home later and throw in the extra .5 on the treadmill. It’s true and I should be embarrassed but, I’m not. I couldn’t leave that half mile just dangling.
The hard-core strength training continues despite all the protesting my body does. But I’m not a quitter unless, of course, it’s raining, I’m tired, or I have something else to do.
I keep telling myself I have three more weeks of focused training and then I can be a slacker until 2016. Sounds pretty good, right?
(L): Okay, I didn’t fall off the wagon, but I did take a detour. Not a detour like I saw a rabbit and I followed it down the trail and before I knew it I had run 5 miles kind of detour. The kind that has you driving along the highway at a good speed and all of a sudden you have exited and are now on the frontage road. You know the one that runs parallel with the road you want to be on, but it’s slower — much slower. What I am trying to say (I’m hoping I am distracting you) is that I didn’t meet my goal of running 3 times this week. I know, I was on a roll, but sometimes when you are working with baby steps you fall down.
I did still manage to walk most days. One day I even went out twice! Don’t get too excited for me I still only managed to log a total of 8 miles that day. It’s not like I was with Swaggy J and I was coerced into running 20 miles. Although I may have been hangry?
This week, I am not off to a good start either as we have eye appointments, dental appointments, and I am visiting a friend who had a bike accident this weekend. Hang with me though because frontage roads don’t go on forever. You eventually have to get back on the highway.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G
The Torture Report began in January 2014 as a weekly update of our journey to completing a 50-mile race. Since then it’s continued on to become a chronicle of how we try mightily to find fitness, health and sometimes the finish line. We aren’t always successful but we keep showing up and telling you all about it on Tuesdays.
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