Last week, I was riding on Cloud 9 after my Moonlight Run 10km success. I went into my Sunday training run (60-90 minutes easy) and did 63 solid minutes and 7.37 miles, this was epic considering I had ran the Moonlight Run less than 24 hours before! I decided to use Monday as my rest day (could have been rest, cross train, or 45-60 minutes easy) as my throat was starting to feel a bit sore. I was figuring it would pass. But, come Tuesday, all hell broke loose.
I had some huge training runs planned for the week—-90-105 minutes easy, 60-75 minutes easy, 8-10 Yasso 800s, and an 18-22 miler. All of this had to be scrapped. I attempted to do the 90-105 minute run on Tuesday, but had to end it after 23 minutes. On Wednesday, I ran with my track and field kids for 3.55 miles, but finished with a dry-heaving attack in my classroom. Coach Dean advised me to not do the Yasso 800s and rest on Friday, in hopes to run on Saturday. I actually had to call in sick on Friday, as I had no voice (hadn’t sounded pretty since Wednesday) and felt like a pile of garbage.
While I started to feel a lot better on Friday night, when I mentioned to my husband about doing my 18-22 miler the next day, he lost it. I was not close to 100% and this would do more harm than good. I mentioned it to Dean, and asked if I should maybe do my shorter Sunday workout on Saturday and do the 18-22 on Sunday. He told me
exactly what I was thinking, but I needed affirmation from someone wiser in order to listen.
“…Rest is not the absence of training. It is an integral part of training…Don’t stack the workouts. Skip them if feeling sick. Give yourself recovery time so you are 100% quicker.”
I ended up having three days in a row that I did not run. This was the longest stretch in months that I haven’t run. By Saturday night I was feeling useless, albeit healthier. Today I felt well enough to do the planned workout—45-60 minutes easy. I headed out early afternoon in the rain, and went down by Sugar Bowl and up the wooden stairs, I went down some beaten up wash out paths and headed towards the river. I eventually made it to a part that was marked off as “do not pass.” Whatever, I did. Yeah, I felt like a rebel…and it was great. Ran on a portion of trail between part of the river and the Country Club before hitting a wash out, partially submerged bridge. I climbed over it Spartan Race style and onto a really muddy trail. I didn’t get too far before I hit 25 minutes and decided to turn back and head home. This route, which I did not know existed until today, will be one worth exploring when it is summer! It was an awesome run, I felt great, did not hack up a lung when I was done, and finished 55 minutes on pace!
So this week I will be back at the it. Back at the grind. And I am happy about it. Having a slow week after finishing the prior week on such a high was difficult and frustrating, because there was nothing I could do except wait out my terrible cold. I am glad I took those rest days, as it was needed after pushing so hard at Moonlight, and I hope to stay healthy from now until Vancouver. BQ or Bust!