I tend to stick to training schedules extremely well. If I have certain mileage I need to get done, I set out and get it done, regardless of the circumstances – unless I am super sick or something like that. You have to put in the work to reap the rewards.
This past weekend, that definitely changed. I had 12 miles on my schedule for Saturday morning. We were out the evening before and I had a couple glasses of wine and some nachos for happy hour. Strike one. Then, I didn’t have full dinner after that since I really wasn’t hungry. Strike 2. Davis has been going through a bit of a sleep regression and has been waking up a few times a night for the past 4 days or so. Strike 3. Waking up at 4:45 on Saturday morning was nothing short of a huge effort. I actually got out the door for my run, but 2 miles in, I knew the run wasn’t going to be one for the record books .
My shoulders started cramping up, which for me, is my first sign of dehydration. It happens like clock work if I don’t get in enough water leading up to a run. My pace was really lacking – I was struggling to hit 9:20’s. That is definitely not a normal occurrence. Marcus texted me at 5:30 with a few simple words “Grant is up”. Yikes! That is way too early for him to be up and at ’em! Once I made it to 3 miles and I was still riding the struggle bus, I decided it would be best for me to just turn around at the 3.5 mile mark and just hoof it back to the car. If I stretched it out to complete the full 12 miles, I was concerned I was going to injure myself, as my stride was drastically shorter than the norm and that much more pounding was not going to do my body any good.
I finished my 7 miles, packed up, and headed home. I grabbed a nice venti latte from Starbucks, and threw in the running towel for the day. In the past, I would have been upset about this – not reaching my long run mileage goal just wasn’t an option. (I also wouldn’t have drank 2 glasses of wine the night before a long run. But hey, life looks a little different right now.) Maybe I would have tried to get in the mileage in the afternoon so I could call it a 12 mile day. This time around, its no big deal. I have my half marathon coming up this weekend and I know I will cross the finish line. It won’t be fast or furious, but I’ll get there. I’ll get there without injury since I listened to what my body was telling me. For once, I actually listened to my body.
What can I say, I’m learning. I guess these little people are having a positive effect on my judgment.