Well this week marked another “I’m not training but I’m running long on the weekends anyways” run that totally blew.
Right now I’m in my “off season”, although there still is some calculation to my workouts. I’m trying to maintain a decent base so I can jump right into my 10-week Ragnar/Eugene Marathon cycle (Feb 19) without dicking around with low-teen long runs early on.
So right now I’m technically just running for fun.
(I don’t DO fun-running)
Last week I ran 8 of a 10 mile loop. Hated it. If I had been anywhere near public transportation or strangers with vehicles I would have 100% hitchhiked a ride home.
I was pretty sure this week would be better. I had a week full of great runs (track, tempo, and recovery) and was ready to tackle 12 with Ash and her bf Saturday.
… not quite.
“Wah wah this sucks running is stupid. Bet you can’t wait until you have to run twice this far! Signing up for another marathon was such a great idea! Dumbass.”
After some thought and blabbing to anybody that would listen (/read) I think I’ve figured out my problem. Luckily, it has a healthy prognosis and I don’t have to bail on my Ragnar team for a less destructive hobby.
Although I’d argue I can turn anything into a practice of hate-filled futility with enough time and energy. It’s a real sterling quality of mine.
The first few miles of the wretched “fun” long runs were actually great. Feeling good, confident, and fast. The stabby, kill-me-now feelings don’t settle in until around 6 or 7, coincidentally right around the time the run starts to feel a little hard.
Yes, the (new-to-me) Brooks Launch is just as dreamy as you probably imagine
So this thing I’m supposed to be doing for “fun” suddenly becomes “hard” and immediately warps into “work” and immediately I go from happy runner to pissed why-the-f*Ck-am-I-doing-this??!!
Spoiled Sarah doesn’t like doing things that are hard for shits and giggles. Fun things should be fun! Or taste good. Or make you hate yourself in the morning and crave a big greasy breakfast.
But during training, runs are supposed to be hard. They’re supposed to feel like work. That’s the point! Working towards making yourself a better runner so you can kick ass (and hopefully hurt less) on race day.
Serious Runner Sarah gets that, so she doesn’t want to throw herself into Back Bay when the going gets a little less than ideal.
Which is why I decided not to stress out about a couple crummy runs. On February 19th when the hypothetical training ball drops, we’ll be back to kicking ass in my Brooks/Sauconys, rather than trying to fart glittery rainbows in them.
And before you call me stupid and tell me to just start training now if I’m sick of fun running, it doesn’t work that way. Not in OUaL-land. 10 weeks. It’s already in Google Docs. Sorry Charlie.
Which means you get to hear about 3 more weeks of shit runs until the real games start! Are you so excited?
Poll : Are you a fun runner? Or are you a little crazy type-A competitor that doesn’t see a purpose in something if you’re not going to win or get something beneficial out of it? You can tell me. It’s a safe place here. Practically confessional.