I have to admit I'm a little scared to start training again. The week before we left I tried so hard to get all the runs in. To get all my work done. To get my talk done. To get my practice talks done. I did it all....and then my body said,
"Screw you Leah, I can't do all of this on the 4 hours of sleep that you are giving me. What do I have to do to show you that. How about I make you throw up in the car on the way home after you made me run 10 miles at midnight. Would that work? Let's try."And I had to take the warning to heart. I didn't finish the runs that week and I only got in about half the milage I wanted to while we were in Lancaster and none since then. I did enjoy going out and not running and not commuting and not working and just BEING.
Sometimes you have to do that. To get your sanity back.
When we got back I was all ready to go for a little run to work out the kinks. I was trying to ignore the fact that my ankle was twice the size it should have been. Humpf. Walking around
for the past four days must have not been loved. I decided at this point there is no need to push it, I have already taken some time off and so I might as well let all the soreness work itself out (I'm icing to help this process along).This weekend Jason and I are working midnight-4pm both days, then it's another 10 days of working midnight-8am. Because the weekend is so bad, I'm only going to have time to sleep no time for running. I'll be back on that running train on Tuesday though and back on the Pfitz schedule. I'm on the recovery week so at least I'm not going to have to jump into to high of milage at the onset.
I'm ready though. I have really really missed running these past two weeks. I went though my closet today and found all the running shoes that Jason and I have purchased in the past probably 2.5 years (with the new shiney ones on top...so pretty!). There's a lot of miles in that pile. Miles of fun, miles of hate, miles of accomplishment, miles of dissapointment. In the end the miles add up to a huge part of my life and when you take that away even for only a couple weeks I feel so empty. So here's to getting back on that train and a good rest of the summer training. It's time to Run Far & Run Fast.
8 comments:
Take it slow with the ankle. You do not want to get things worse. Ice is very good.
I am not going to complain about this week's schedule after seeing your current work schedule. Yuck!
Welcome back. That's the nice thing about running. The road is always there waiting for you and never complains about your absences.
That picture is hilarious! I was considering taking a picture of the running shoes cluttering my hallway then ask everyone else for theirs.. in fact, that's a good idea.. i'll take that picture soon..
I can really appreciate the pile of running shoes now that I'm not buying them!
LEah's Dad
yeah no shit!!! i don't also want to think about the amount of money that is in that pile.
I hope to one day have a pile of my own that looks like that. Really though, I was thinking just yesterday that I need to do something with my old shoes. I guess I'm just too lazy.
I love the pile of shoes! I don't think a photograph has ever made me clutch my ankles before.
Cool photo. That's quite a mountain of shoes. Actually, that photo might look nice on a custom running shirt. Don't you agree? :-)
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