Oh poor me! These are self-pitying ramblings.
Or maybe I'm just making sense of things. Taking stock. This is the half way point in the training. 8 weeks down, 8 to go...
On Sunday I ran 15 miles. I haven't run more than 13.1 miles for almost two years, so it's bound to have an impact. It's bound to take some adjusting to. This I need to remember. How I feel now is not how I will always feel. This too shall pass! Etc...
Telling myself, and you as you are here reading this (and thank you so much for that BTW!) my body and my brain will adjust to this new level of physical and mental effort. I just need to give them time. That's why this is called training, I guess.
If I didn't feel exhausted, headachy and a little irritable, what would be the point?! No, that's not right. Not, "what would be the point?" but more, "where's the challenge?" If I could train for a marathon and not feel any discomfort, I should probably be applying my efforts in a different direction. I'm not a fan of the "no pain, no gain" mentality. But I am aware that we can train to do more than we could previously do. And training carefully is the key. If this exhaustion doesn't pass, I'll run less until it does. And eat more.
Sleep and food and listening to (and interpreting accurately) my body are becoming more and more essential as each day passes.
It was never going to be easy. And it isn't!
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