Scene: TPG is lying face down on the floor, clad in a rainbow throw up swimsuit, cheerleading sweatshirt, red fleece snowflake pants and for some reason, cycling shoes. In the house. Clearly, she is losing her mind. Picks up phone to text friend.
TPG (typing):”Waaaaaaah. I had a crummy marathon! I only beat my original goal time by 6 minutes. Waaaah. I’m not faaaast as I wanna be. I’m afraid of sharks! What if I can’t finish another 50K in a few weeks. I mean I know I can PR but a PR is meaningless if you KNOW you can do it. Waaaah.”
Friend’s response: “Are you wearing cycling shoes in the house? Get up off the floor, get on the sofa and get some REST woman. No one wearing snowflake pants is in any position to make good decisions.”
TPG: “Sniff. Okay. I’m still afraid of sharks.”
So I might have had a little breakdown after Houston. Little bit. Not in a whiney baby kind of way but more of a “oh my cries WHAT have I gotten myself into?” kind of way. I’m tired y’all. I have totally overextended myself race wise. Not in number of races, but in distance. Running that far that often is NBD for my legs. Racing that distance, is. And in five weeks I have a 50K to race. And six weeks after that another marathon . I KNOW. It’s not the distance of those, it’s the time. I have a few other races that I’m training for and I’m conflicted on how to train properly for each one. At the same time.
Oh yes, I fully realize that I did this to myself.
I just don’t want to end this marathon season on a sour note. I want to go into the spring season feeling confident. And right now I just don’t. Waaaah. So I have some decisions to make, keeping the Big Picture in mind.
Should I run the 50K as planned, focusing on the endurance training that will provide?
Should I downgrade to the full marathon and try for a PR on a hilly course? (Doubtful my legs are pretty pissed at me)
Should I downgrade to the HALF and go gorillaz gunning for a major PR? Side note, WHY can’t I run a half marathon in less than 2 hours? I can run a full marathon in just over 4 but a half…not my distance.
Should I l close the blinds, loosen the strings on my snowflake pants and camp out on the couch with a fat cat for the next two months? Maybe this.
Or maybe, like she suggested, I should lie on the sofa for a week, eat, hydrate and rest. THEN make my decision. So far, THAT plan is working quite well. Thank goodness for friends who are the voice of reason.