|TV: Thunder Rolls 2012 (Photo credit: John Morris)|
|TV: LBL edition|
I was in shape in March. I had been training for a 50K (which was thrown to the curb so I could race in the CAC, a brilliant decision), so my endurance was strong. I did two races in April, but after I registered for Dirty Kanza, May was consumed with the bike. I ran three measly miles in May.
|160 miles of gravel...ouch (Photo credit: Ellen Thompson)|
I'm off work all summer, so there is NO excuse for this, but that summer vacation is my downfall. I get in this mindset that I'm off, I can sleep in, and then when I do get up I've got J to take care of and the "later" when I intend to fit in my workout never seems to get here. I do much better when I have concrete things to schedule my runs around. We've talked of making Thunder Rolls our peak race next year, and I hope that I can remember how it felt to be weak this year and stay disciplined through summer 2013.
Mental recovery was as tough as the physical. There were points in Thunder Rolls when I was just broken. The memory of hanging for so long on that wall and taking so long at the top stings. Not to mention dragging on the bike and consistently feeling like the weakest one on the team. And make no mistake, I loved that race. LOVED it. But it took me a couple days and a few nights' sleep before I could really process it. Heck, it took me until Tuesday to really start (OK, and finish) my race report...that's unheard of! :)
|It was the best of times...it was the worst of times.... (Photo credit: Bob "Goldmember" Jenkins)|
I know some of you have long runs longer than that, but its the first 20+ mile week (or 8-day span) I've had in ages. It's like getting my butt kicked by that race woke me up again. That, and the fact that actually doing my scheduled training is motivating...and much more effective than waiting for motivation to kick in and make me run.
And my runs, honestly, are pretty much sucking. It's hard to remember where I was as a beginner and realize how much faster I was than I am now. Still, I've been there...I know I can do it again...I just have to do the work to get back there. At least the scenery is pretty along the way.
|On the Lewis Trail during my 8-miler|