Marathon training officially began 3 days ago and there have already been mishaps.
First, The Plan: that color-coded excel spreadsheet that will dictate my life from now until race day.
We are using the same plan we used for Chicago since it seemed to work well (I used a 12 week plan for Boston and that didn’t work so well). We had extracted the spreadsheet off the hard-drive of our old non-functional computer, but we hadn’t actually updated the dates.
We figured Monday, AFTER our first official run was a good a time as any to put things into stone. But Aaron looked visibly confused as he tried to copy and paste it into the current calender. WHY WEREN’T THE DATES LINING UP?
Back when I was determining our training start date, I counted 16 weeks back from marathon day. But the plan so carefully created by Coach Aaron…is actually 18 weeks.
That would make us 2 weeks behind.
I won’t pretend that I wasn’t stressed out by this. I had looked at the plan, titled “18 Week Marathon Plan,” several times over the last month yet somehow managed to not notice that 16 weeks is not 18 weeks. Stupid is as stupid does. Or something.
I know in the long run, 16 weeks is plenty of time to whip our bodies into shape, and we’ve adjusted the long run mileage for the next couple of weeks to prevent ramping up too fast, but this wasn’t how I wanted my glory marathon to start off.
I woke up Tuesday morning ready to tackle my first speed workout: 800 repeats.
I slept in too late to make it to the high school track, so I did this workout on our treadmill. I was doing ok considering this was the first speed workout I’ve done since August. I was on my last repeat, and I started to get to the point of wanting to give up, which isn’t abnormal. 800’s are my least favorite running related thing. But I talked myself through it and I kept pushing, even when my body started feeling clammy.
With .1 mile left to go, I got the taste of bile in my mouth, and I jumped off the treadmill and ran to the guest bathroom just in time to toss the cookies (I was also extremely grateful that this happened in my home instead of in front of a bunch of high schoolers).
I’m not a stranger to nausea during a tough workout, but this is the first time that I’ve actually made myself sick.
On one hand, I’m kind of proud. I didn’t give up until it became physically necessary to do so which (I feel) shows progress in mental toughness (and I admit that after the puking incident, I marched right back and finished that last .1 mile at the same speed I’d been going… which seemed totally reasonable at the time but actually probably means that I’m disordered). Plus, when people complain about hard workouts, I can now say something along the lines of “BUT DID YOU THROW UP” and *usually* they say no.
On the other hand, I hate throwing up, which I don’t think is unreasonable. And I know that my traumatized stomach will push me to take the next speed workout more cautiously which isn’t what I want.
So, that’s my week of running in a nutshell. On the plus side, I haven’t broken anything yet.
And I know half of you already have seen this picture on his blog, but Aaron, Giuseppe, and I got to hang out with Fifty States Dan and two of his friends this past weekend. Dan ran his New Mexico race in Shiprock, and we were able meet up for some beers afterwads on Saturday night. I’m always amazed at how I can meet internet friends for the first time and not feel like we’re all awkward strangers.
I think we probably kept them up well past their bedtimes considering Dan had a very early flight home the next morning, but there was too much local beer to introduce and too many musicals to discuss. We’re holding some fancy Rebel Donuts and a nice man named Tom hostage in order to make sure Dan and Ryan (and Dan’s wife Stephanie, who sounds just as awesome) come back.
Anyway, I hope everyone is having a fabulous week!