Reassessing Running Goals
Morning, morning! We’ve had a great start to the week here. I went on a nice run yesterday after taking Monday off, and just returned from another run this morning as well. I ran into this sweet face at the end of my run this morning:
(No, Mom, I don’t want to kiss you right now. You’re real sweaty.)
…which is always a fun treat.
My long run on Sunday was…not great. I had fourteen miles on the schedule…I made it 13.6. But those 13.6 miles were pretty fucking awful, because of, I think, a few different factors. I was running in the afternoon (I definitely prefer morning), after a 4.5 hour car ride home from Asheville on which I did NOT do a lot of hydrating (gotta avoid those unnecessary stops!), after a weekend of food, wine, and little (okay, zero) running. Also, my garmin conked out, so I was using my i-phone to track my miles. You know what starts to feel heavy after 10 miles or so of running? An i-phone.
And yeah, yeah—I know. Excuses are like assholes, right? I obviously have a LOT of excuses for why this run felt so difficult. But you know what I really think it is? Running is hard. Running 13.6 miles is hard. Running 26 miles is going to be REALLY hard. And if I have ANY chance of making it through it on the other side, I’m going to have to plan ahead, and run smarter.
One things I’ve realized? A sub two-hour half might not be in the cards for me this year. In order to adjust my training schedule for the marathon, I’m going to be turning at least one, but probably both, of my half-marathons into training runs. Which means that after running 13 miles in the race, I’ll be tacking on anywhere from an additional 4-6 miles. Which means that I probably should be running them at a much, much slower pace.
When I signed up for what I thought was going to be just one half in October, I was thinking in terms of speed—I wanted to be FAST for that half-marathon. But, now that I have the ultimate goal of the marathon in December, I’m having to readjust my race goals from ones of speed, to ones of distance. Because really, at the point I’m at now in my running, it’s not going to be both. And while it would feel great to run a sub two hour half, I know it will feel even better to complete a marathon.
So. Speed is out. Distance is in. Long runs are going to be more focused on pace, hydration, and fuel—two things I haven’t had to give *that* much thought to in the past. I think one reason why I felt like DEATH after Sunday’s run was because I started the run dehydrated, and it only went downhill (ha!) from there. I bought a handheld water bottle to take with me on my longer runs, and will be making more of an effort to really hydrate beforehand as well.
I’m still basically terrified at the thought of all the training that is ahead of me, and I think to myself at least twenty times a day, “What makes you think you can run a marathon?!?” Who knows—maybe I can, maybe I can’t. But I can at least try.
Also, on an unrelated note, this happened yesterday:
…and it was fucking adorable. Seriously. That is one cute fall fairy, if I do say so myself. She also had her 18 month check-up yesterday (?!?!), and was OFF THE CHARTS for her height percentage. Girlfriend is going to be one tall drink of water.