Week one of my “official” training is winding down…I have one easy five miler to do today for a total of 38 miles this week, with a 16 mile long run. Overall, the week went well and would only have been better if I could have logged some trail miles vs all road miles. I have decided that I’m not going to put a ton of pressure on myself to rigidly follow one specific plan, and that flexibility seems to work well for me. I try to hit my target mileage for the week, with one long run mixed in, but the days/miles I choose to run as the week progresses is based on my work schedule, my family, and how I’m feeling on a particular day. This may not work for some people, but I find that a looser schedule is better for me both mentally and physically. I am feeling really fantastic from a physical standpoint, and that makes me a tiny bit nervous, because I’m really not doing anything other than running and giving my leg muscles some attention with “The Stick.” Even though this is technically week one of my official training, I have been putting in pretty solid weeks of mileage up to this point with good response from my body from an “aches and pains” standpoint.
Maybe my brain wiring is defective…My brother is visiting this weekend from NJ. I said something to the effect of, “I can tell that Daddy has no idea why in the world I would want to do something like this…” and his response was, “There aren’t 10 people in this world who understand why you would want to do something like this…” Is that true? Am I crazy? I don’t think so, but I can certainly appreciate that this undertaking is outside the realm of what many people would consider sane behavior. However, I do a lot of reading about ultra running, and listen to podcasts on the same, etc. Taking in all of that information from people who are WAY crazier than I, makes me feel pretty wimpy when it comes to relating to the ultra community.
For me personally, nothing makes me feel as alive and inspired as knowing that I am planning on doing something that most people would think was bonkers. Not because they couldn’t train themselves to physically handle the challenge…because most people could, if they were so inclined. It is knowing that the real challenge is going to be in my head, when I am struggling to continue and I am trying to talk myself into believing that everyone else was right, and that it would be completely fine for me to quit…acceptable, even. The real success will be when I quiet that voice, and continue on to my goal, because ultimately the only thing that can stop me is me…
But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. -Isaiah 40:31