I’m a little bit of a chicken sh*t.
A few weeks ago I bought a Garmin Forerunner 10. I don’t wear it every time I head out, but to-date I’ve logged 18 workouts on this highly intelligent piece of plastic. Today was the first time I’ve ever accessed the data…and honestly, the reason is two-fold. One, I haven’t had the time to figure out HOW to actually connect it to the powers that be; and two, I was kind-of scared to see the numbers.
It’s no secret I ran my first marathon to finish. (Thank you Jesus.) What I’ve since realized is that there’s something very honest (and innocent!) about paying no freakin’ mind to your speed, elevation, distance, calories burned, lap time, etc. Now that I’m training for TIME, the fun, magic and freedom of this process is at times, well…fleeting.
This morning, I finally sat down, plugged in, set up my account and uploaded the data. With one eye closed, I took a quick peek at the stats. What I saw wasn’t THAT bad. (I mean come on now, I wasn’t viewing the numbers of a future Olympian or anything crazy like that. But I also didn’t feel the urge to go fetal or bury my head in a freakin’ hole, either. So I’d call it a win.)
Here’s what’s interesting:
Saturday I put up 18 miles. Which is, hands down, the farthest I have run since the marathon. I’ve said dozens of times I’m earning every stinkin’ mile right now, and I absolutely am. Intuitively, (without looking at my Garmin), I knew my first 11 miles were some of the strongest I’d ever run. I could also tell I slowed between 11 and 15. And miles 15-18? Yeah…mostly a sh*t storm.
Funny, my Garmin told me the same f*ing thing. (So I’m not really sure at this point who is smarter.) Anyhoo…
Looking at the data, there is a noticeable improvement in my strength/speed in the last 4 weeks. (There’d better be for all the stink I’m bringing this time around.) But make no mistake…I have a loooong ways to go to make a 4:16 in October.
Here’s what keeps going through my mind…
Trust your training schedule.
Before I committed to Portland, I worked with several peeps, (who are way smarter than I btw), to craft a training plan that would ultimately lead to shaving 26 minutes off my marathon time. That said, the little-miss-know-it-all in me still wants to run junk miles. (WTF?) Not only that, but I constantly question if my schedule is right for me. If I’m doing enough. If my plan, and all of my efforts, will pay the freak off.
It’s a little surreal to put in an a** load of work upfront, (think swimming, rowing, Red Rocks, running sprints, weights, etc.), in hopes that one day soon, every last ounce of effort magically pulls together and produces a monster outcome. While I’ve always said hope is not a strategy, the truth is — after you do the freakin’ work — that’s about all that’s left TO do.
For the next 76 days, my plan is to stick to my plan.
In return, I sure as hell hope my plan sticks with me.
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P.P.S.S. Hubs and I stole a day yesterday — we went to lunch and then over to Mile High Nationals at Bandimere Speedway. (It’s just a spray on but I thought I’d test the waters. This particular design is definitely NOT my speed.)