My nose is running and so am I. There was a short hiatus from last Sunday through Tuesday where I did no exercise save a little bit on the sled and some core work due to the yucky cold I caught. I think back to years where I’ve had races on the horizon and volume goals to meet and would feel stressed out by this hole in my training log. Not so this year. Sure, I looked forward to feeling well enough to want to work out again, but I’m a firm believer in life dishing out what we need if we just release our suffocating grasp on our schedules and goals enough to get the message.
So I choose to believe that the few days off were pretty good for me. The first run back was Wednesday. It was an OK 6 miles. The fever had abated, but I didn’t feel like my energy was back yet. So the next day I did a short ride on the cruiser bike to buy diapers and wipes at Babies R Us. No run. Then I ran Friday and today. Those runs felt good, although sniffles and the occasional hacking cough still spice up my days.
During today’s run, I was thinking about how everyone that’s given birth this year whose blog I read is running faster/further/more frequently than I am. If there’s a race going on, I’m the turtle here. So am I the same person who used to win races and medaled in World Championships in past years? Will I ever be that person again? Does it really matter? I mean, gee, I really want to spend several months at base pace before ramping up the intensity and “getting serious.”
I remember how my legs ache after those long, hard runs. I remember how tired I was almost all the time. Silly thing to be concerned about anyway because except in cases where I’m overtrained, I seem to pull more speed out of my body in race conditions than I ever do during training. Besides, I just want to be reasonably fast by August / September. Before then, it’s about racing as a social activity. I sense that things will work out just fine.