I must admit that I don’t enjoy tapering as much as I thought I would. It’s nice to have the extra time and to rest my legs, but I am definitely stressing out. The stress magnifies the bad runs, making them feel even worse than normal. How am I going to run 26.2 miles when running five is hard? How am I going to do this?
I had planned to do a short 3 mile run, but I had to leave work early because I had a horrible stomach ache and was very nauseous and dizzy. I attribute my sickness to the big plate of nachos I had for dinner on Sunday. Note to self: must stick to healthy, non-greasy food for the remainder of training.
Tuesday: 3.1 miles (27:10)
My calves hurt a little, but I felt pretty good in this run. I powered up the Dexter hill and felt strong.
Wednesday: 5.6 miles (50:10)
Wow, this run was brutal. I wanted to stop running about 10 minutes into the run, and boy did I think of every possible excuse to quit after my first loop around Greenlake. My mind was overflowing with negativity. From miles 1-5.6, all I could think was, this sucks. My calves hurt. My calves hurt a lot. It’s cold. It’s windy – too windy for running. Crap, it’s raining? My underwear is uncomfortable. My shorts are too short. I’m fat. I have a muffin top. My arches hurt. I’m slow. I suck at running. Why am I running a marathon? Did I mention that my calves hurt? And my arches hurt too. How am I going to run a marathon in 1o days?
It was really bad, but I forced myself to keep going after my first loop around Greenlake to get my five miles done. In the midst of the negativity, I tried to tell myself that it would get better, that the first few miles are always the hardest. My calf and arch pain mellowed out during the second loop, but it was still a hard run to get through. Not so great for the confidence either. According to my dad, there is a lot of self-doubt in long distance running. And I am definitely experiencing that.
Saturday: 8 miles (1:16)
My legs felt bouncy and rested, but I was much more winded than normal. I had to walk a few times to lower my hear rate, which was disconcerting. I tried to focus on the positive (the fact that my legs felt the strongest they’ve felt in weeks), but my breathing concerned me. Have I lost some endurance? Have I not trained hard enough? Am I doing something wrong?
Sunday: My nephew was born! My sister went into labor on Saturday and had the little guy at 4:21 am on Sunday, April 24. He’s an Easter baby, and he’s absolutely perfect. My mom and I drove up to Bellingham in the morning to meet him and spend time with Ceann and Brian. It was the first time that I’ve ever held a very newly born (aka 8 hours old) baby, and he just melted my heart. I’ve been excited to be an aunt, but seeing and holding him for the first time exceeded my expectations. It blows my mind how I can love someone so much that I’ve only known for a few hours.
Total: 16.7 miles