Before we delve into my little pity party, here are some links to light for your life 😉
Friday I gave some personal beginner’s advice for what to expect for your first spin class
Saturday involved a round up of Friday’s activities; Costco, a mile [and two mile] PR, and dinner.
Sunday finished off the weekend in style, with amazing weather and more running, as well as family activities.
I am encountering this like crazy lately. This happens EVERY training cycle, and I cannot for the life of me, understand why.
I will go out and run longer distances like they’re nothin’. 10 miles? Got it. Total ease, almost perfect splits, and I comfortably run the entire thing at my goal pace without the thought of ever stopping.
Fast forward to the middle of the week, where I encounter the shorter runs, and I’m toast. Short runs MESS with me. 3 miles? You would think I’m on it like white on rice. But I’m not. The first mile, I struggle – my breathing is off, my form is horrible and I just want to go home. The wheels seem to fall off before I even leave the neighborhood. Forget speed work/tempo runs/hill work/a variable of any kind. I stop numerous times, mentally beating myself up along the way.
I’m not burnt out – my legs are stronger than they’ve ever been; I’m not injured or fatigued more than any other stay at home mom. I look forward to every single run… it doesn’t feel like a chore to me, and every time I step out for a run, I try NOT to think of my dilemma. Emotionally I’m in check, overall. I say ‘overall’ because after these heinous runs, I can’t help but berate myself. “You KNOW you can run faster than this” “What is WRONG with you?!” “Seriously, you ran faster when you were pregnant”…
I look into everything possible – poor nutrition, poor hydration, not enough sleep – 9 times out of 10 it’s totally inexplicable.
Phew. Maybe just getting this worry off my chest will relieve me of this little burden. I took some days off this past week, and maybe that’s what I need to get my mojo back…