We are back from 9 days in Montana. Where the bison steaks are abundant and the huckleberry martinis flow like a glacial spring. I don’t think I ate a single vegetable until maybe day three. (Not kidding).
Guess how my 4.5 miles felt this morning?
If you guessed “Like your legs were filled with lead and your lungs were functioning at half capacity” then you are correct. Getting back on the training wagon is, so far, a real bitch.
I maintain that it was worth it. My brother only gets married once, and it was great to put training on the back burner while I was there and not worry about getting up early for runs, fighting off bears in those pre-dawn hours, etc. But could also use a good pep talk about how it doesn’t necessarily spell disaster for my race in two weeks. Anyone have an inspirational story about how they undertrained/overate/didn’t sleep well before their race/game/event, but still managed to pull it off? I need some reassurance.
One story that comes to mind is when a friend from college, Dave, ran an entire marathon on a dare without training. I think the trash talking started at D-Hall one afternoon- something along the lines of “anyone can run a marathon,” while he stuffed his face with popcorn shrimp- and culminated in 26.2 miles around Harrisonburg that evening. So…there’s that.