For the first time in a very long time, I'm not training for a race.
There is no pink training schedule taped to the inside of my pantry. No goal race driving me to accomplish a workout. The other day as I lay in bed exhausted, wondering, "What do I have on the schedule for tonight?" The answer? Nothing. Nothing but rest.
I'm enjoying this week of rest; my body certainly needs it. But I'm not sure what next week should look like. Or the next.
I'm keeping my promise to rest my legs and really focus on getting faster. NO distance running! My triathlon schedule is starting to get full but all sprints. Speed, speed, speed. Since I've only done one sprint (and two total!), a new PR shouldn't be too difficult, right?
Prolly should run a 5K to see where I'm at with that. Last summer my 5K PR was 24:01. I'm going to lay down and cry if I see a big number in front of my 5K time. Ugh. But it is what it is. I can always get faster with some hard work.
I've sat down a few times to write out a training plan but unsure of what I really need, I just stop around Thursday. As in Week 1. Here is what I know; I want to have fun. I want to run because I love it. I want to giggle as I snap on my pink sheep suit. I want to enjoy every workout and feel like I'm investing in me, not just paying the man to make it alive on race day. Cycling is going to be a big part of my training and I can't think of a better way to spend a Saturday morning than riding all over creation with friends, all while cramming Oreos in my face. I mean seriously, does it get better than that?
I read your posts on Daily Mile. I see your tweets about your track workouts, long runs and intervals in the pool. And part of me is excited to get back to basics, to sweat again.
But a bigger part of me is happy parked right here on the sofa, cuddling a fat kitty. I'm still resting. As in doing pretty much nothing resting. And I'm okay with that. Training for Galveston wore me out. And while I'm eager to jump back in to the hurt box, that can wait a few days more. A few more days of naps and just hanging out on the back porch. A few more days of sleeping in and watching Netflix instead of swimming. A few more days of mental recovery. I'll be ready in my own time.
But for now I'm enjoying this part of my training plan; do nothing.
At least until Saturday.
Have you ever taken an extended break? Did it make you nervous or rejuvenated?