|Not necessarily training for Double Chubb|
Photo credit: Luke Lamb (AKA Captain Awesome)
I googled 50K training plans, found one that let me wait until well into January to start, and enjoyed doing whatever the heck I wanted to do until that day. The week of January 23, I threw myself into training and found, to my surprise and pleasure, that I could run 5 days a week (as opposed to the maybe 3 a week I managed during marathon training.
|Why, yes, that is a running picture. |
Photo credit: Jim Donohue
That lasted three weeks before I crumpled under the combined weight of life + training. My longest run so far has been 12 miles, and my "long runs" since then have all fallen far short (-5, -7, -10) of where they should have been. I could totally get myself back on track; I know that. I pulled off a 30K finish (3rd last, baby!) on a lot less training than I've been doing. The thing is, I don't want to.
The first strike against the 50K was when my friends at Team Virtus scheduled their third annual non-race on the same date. Last year's Deuce was a crowning moment in my adventure racing introduction, and I really, really was sad about having to miss this one.
|At the Deuce|
(Photo credit: LLAKACA)
Training the way I was supposed to didn't leave me any time or energy to do the things I really wanted to be doing, and feeling like I had to run was making me unhappy. Last weekend I decided screw it: I was going to ride my bike since I had the chance, and I'd do my long run the day after, even if maybe scheduling a long run the day after a mountain bike ride is maybe not the best way to ensure success. It was on that ride that it occurred to me: I don't have to do this race.
I felt kind of bad bringing it up to Patrick during Sunday's (awesome) run, but here's how that conversation went:
Kate: "Um...I'm thinking about not doing Double Chubb."
Patrick: "Well, that's too bad...because I'm probably not doing it, either."
|On the DL|
I do feel a little wimpy, and the thought of potentially eating the registration fee (in addition to my first DNS) sucks. On the other hand, it's not like I have anything to prove. I'm absolutely certain I could go, get in a decent amount of miles, and live just fine with a DNF...which was always a possiblity even if I did get in all my training. But why miss out on something I really want to do and spend all those hours in training and irritate my husband...for something that isn't making me happy?
|Somewhere on the course...|
And I'll be way too busy having fun to feel the sting of shame.