Today I’m talking about half marathon training.
Now I’m not a pro who can bust out a solid 10 miles without any effort at all. So if that’s you, there’s a good chance you’re not going to sympathize. In that case, humor me for a bit.
Because I clearly hit a wall about two or three weeks ago.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love long races. I love doing them. They’re fun. They’re motivating. And, dare I sound sappy, they’re somewhat inspirational because I’m running in a crowd of like-minded and strong individuals. At the end of the race, I’m awarded with a medal, a beer, and a fantastic feeling of accomplishment.
What’s not to love?
Well. I’ll tell you.
1. The schedule.
Even if you’re fooling yourself into thinking you’ve got a sweet “Non-Plan Plan” going, you don’t. There’s always something in the back of your mind saying “this needs to be done today- don’t put this off any longer!”
Some days it feels more like a chore than a hobby. Which is sort of the opposite of what you’re going for.
2. The eating.
Am I getting enough calories? Protein? Carbs?
Am I not getting enough?
Should I eat this instead of that? But what if I really would rather eat that?
Can I have more than one glass of wine tonight?
Remember what happened last time you ate too much pizza before your workout?
UGH. Some people lose weight during training. Some people gain. And I understand how both can easily happen. This time around I haven’t mentioned it here, but have been using MyFitnessPal.com to keep everything balanced. I’m happy to report I’ve kept from being in major caloric deficit without the worry of having an extra flap of belly to lug over the finish line.
Will I continue logging food when training stops? Hell to the no. It’s a hassle. And I’d rather not feel bad for logging an extra cookie or drink here and there. Life’s too short.
3. The stuff that goes on outside of working out.
Random happy hour in an hour?
Did you just ask me out for dinner tonight?
A trip out of town this weekend?
Let me move about a million things around. Or I think if I get up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday, I should be able to fit it all in. Nevermind the fact that I’ll be exhausted and a bit spacey afterwards.
Basically, if you want to hang out with me (especially on a weekend), I need about 2 or 3 days notice to be ok with it.
It’s the obsessive compulsiveness mixed in with the training schedule. I can’t stop it.
Basically those are the main things that make me nutty by the end of the 3 months. It’s time to do this thing and celebrate the hard work. I’m SO ready.
But here’s the funny thing…
Totally going to do it again.
Because if I don’t? You’ll see me complaining about having zero motivation to do anything. No goal in the near future also makes me nutty. And a bit lazy.
It’s a vicious cycle. Full of ups and downs the entire way. The ups are those days where you totally kick ass at a long run. The good exhaustion after a sweat session. The extra few fries you could care less about eating because of the extra couple of miles you ran. It’s sweet. But for every good thing, there’s the flip side mentioned above.
I, my friends, am insane.