When I started this blog and called it Mom vs. Marathon, I never looked at a marathon training plan. I knew I’d have to run, but I didn’t give any thought to how much or how often or any of that.
Sure, I’ll run a marathon. No problem.
That’s easy to say when I thought I’d be running my first half-marathon in the summer of 2010. Obviously, I knew training to run 26.2 miles would take some work, which is why I started this blog. I knew it would be an adventure and that I would want to write about it, and I knew it would be hard.
But really, what does “hard” mean? To me, it was all about the physical toughness I would have to endure. I knew nothing of the mental aspect of marathon training. I never read a running blog before I started this one. I didn’t even know they existed.
But that was, like, nine months ago. I’m so much smarter now.
I am just realizing the mental part of training. I feel so pathetic for whining about it, too, because when I think about it rationally, I don’t really have it that hard. There are many other runners who have much bigger obstacles to overcome than me with my part-time work schedule/mom and wife duties.
Which is why I’m still on for 26.2.
I’m not giving up that easily. Not because of a few tears and some hormones. No way.
It’s interesting how both me and Mr. T are trying to pursue dreams right now…now that we have a child. I wonder if this is typical. Why didn’t we do all this before we had T Junior? It seems like it would’ve been so much easier. What is it about becoming a parent that makes you want to push yourself?
Mr. T was hugging me Sunday night after talking me down from the “quit marathon training” ledge and we were laughing about how stupid we are trying to live out these dreams of ours – for me, a marathon, and for him, playing the bagpipes.
“At least mine will be over after one day,” I said. “Yours is ongoing.”
So, there’s a bright side. An end date. Like Glenn (The Running Fat Guy) said in his comment, “the actual race itself is more like a victory lap.” I like that. I’m going to focus on that.
Thank goodness for this blog and your blogs, and for all my Virtual Running Buddies and commenters. I learn so much from all of you. And you pick me up when I’m down mentally. Your comments gave me a lot to think about. It’s so good to know I’m not alone.
I have 15 miles on the schedule for Saturday. Jill (Running to Sanity) and I are trying to work it out so we can run together. And we might try a new running routine, so that will help mix things up for me. I need change. I need to keep things interesting. It should be fun!
I made a decision on Monday. A decision not to run my scheduled 3-miler. It felt so good. And I got so much done.
First, I took T Junior to Story Time at the library. He loves it, although you would never be able to tell by looking at him because he doesn’t participate in any of the songs or group stuff. He just stands there, arms at his side, mouth slightly open, taking everything in. But afterward, it’s all he can talk about. “Stowytime, stowytime. Libwawy.”
Then, we met friends for lunch at McDonald’s, which meant playtime on the jungle gym for the kids. Next on our got-to-go-to list were the post office and the grocery store.
With those errands completed, T Junior went down for a 2-hour nap while I got some writing done and I cleaned the master bedroom. I even put away the folding table (and all the crap that was on top of it) that I set up in there for wrapping Christmas presents. Christmas presents! Once all the clutter was gone, I set Roomba free and he did his thing while I washed clothes.
It felt so good to not stress about when I was going to fit in a run. And then it hit me.
Running four days a week is too much for me. Everyone has their limits and, I guess, that’s mine. I am sure I’ve even written about this same thing before, now that I think about it.
So I am scaling back my training schedule to 3 times per week: a mid-week long run (that will have to be at night), a recovery run (on my lunch hour the next day) and a weekend long run.
I think I can manage that. I hope it’s enough to get me through the marathon.
But I shouldn’t be worrying about that right now. What I should be worrying about is this playlist that’s on my Zune.
This gave him an idea (HERE), and he e-mailed me a few days ago about swapping running playlists. I told him I was totally game and we worked out the logistics. But now I am a little worried.
I’m going to be running to rock music? For an hour? How is that going to work?
It’ll all be worth it, though, when he gets my playlist in the mail this week…mwahahahaha!