"Wisdom’s a gift but you’d trade it for youth. Age is an honor, it’s still not the truth."
~ Ezra Koenig
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Miwok 100k is fast approaching.
And I'm hurriedly trying to make up for six weeks of training that was not so much lost, but more buried under emotional rubble.
Some running occurred over that time, but it was more about beating back the darkness than productive training.
Now, though, the weekend long runs have gotten longer and more challenging—in parallel the recovery is longer and more challenging.
Running through the snow still hanging on at places like Cougar Mountain and Tiger Mountain, my mantra is "don't get hurt don't get hurt don't get hurt..."
It's not the most positive trail thought ever, but it reminds me to keep my head in the game. It's too close to race day to get injured, heal, and still be training-ready by May 4.
I'm grateful to have friends to run long with on Saturdays—even when I see on Strava they got out to run long again on Sunday. That's when the petty and pointless envy occurs.
Because while all respectable ultramarathon training plans call for these long, back-to-back runs, my body calls for a Sunday rest day. There's more than one way to get hurt, I've learned, and one of them is to do too much, too soon.
If there were a way to trade a bit of this wisdom for the quicker recovery time of even five years ago, I'd make that deal in a heartbeat.
Admin. note: there's no such way.
So, I rest, and May 4 sneaks one day closer.
Miwok 100k is fast approaching.
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Some running occurred over that time, but it was more about beating back the darkness than productive training.
Now, though, the weekend long runs have gotten longer and more challenging—in parallel the recovery is longer and more challenging.
Running through the snow still hanging on at places like Cougar Mountain and Tiger Mountain, my mantra is "don't get hurt don't get hurt don't get hurt..."
It's not the most positive trail thought ever, but it reminds me to keep my head in the game. It's too close to race day to get injured, heal, and still be training-ready by May 4.
I'm grateful to have friends to run long with on Saturdays—even when I see on Strava they got out to run long again on Sunday. That's when the petty and pointless envy occurs.
Because while all respectable ultramarathon training plans call for these long, back-to-back runs, my body calls for a Sunday rest day. There's more than one way to get hurt, I've learned, and one of them is to do too much, too soon.
If there were a way to trade a bit of this wisdom for the quicker recovery time of even five years ago, I'd make that deal in a heartbeat.
Admin. note: there's no such way.
So, I rest, and May 4 sneaks one day closer.
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