Copying Hollie once again with my weekly training recap. Thanks everyone for the support yesterday. My mom was actually a lot better about my running habits yesterday, although that may be because I didn’t run. She guilted me into taking the rest of the weekend off. While it does bother me that they don’t agree with my mileage, I realized that to some extent there is a little bit of truth to what she was saying. I won’t have another break until May after track season ends, so now is the time to take a real break if I’m ever going to take one. This coming up week I’m going to emphasize yoga and cross training. I know I said that was what I was going to do this week, but I’m actually going to do it. I’ve realized it’s too tempting to run an extra couple of miles a day to reach my mileage goals, so I really need to just cut it out almost completely to be successful.
Sunday– 8 mile run
Monday– 12 mile run
Tuesday-zumba and 3 mile walk
Wednesday– 4.5 mile run, 3 mile walk
Thursday– 5 mile hike, 2 mile walk
Friday– run 6 miles, walk 3 miles
Saturday– walk 3 miles
Total– 32.5 miles running, 19 miles walk, 1 hour zumba
So it was an easier week than the past few months, but it was by no means a rest week. I’m planning on going for a lot more walks (maybe even on the dreadmill), and yoga 2-3 times next week. No more than 25 miles. I’m trusting all of you to hold me to it!
The other thing I wanted to talk about was the mental aspect of sports. I’ve hinted at it before that I quit swimming largely for mental reasons, but I haven’t really gone into details. I reached a point last year where I was literally having anxiety attacks during every practice, and it was worse behind the blocks before a race. My friend literally had to come with me and dance to “All I do is Win” . The problems didn’t begin until I realized how good I could be. I had my sights set on 4 of the records at my school that haven’t been broken in 20 years. I wanted to go to nationals. I just really wanted to make a name for myself. So I started doing everything I could to help me get there, going to morning practices, running before practice, doing everything that was “right” to be fast. The thing is, all of this overthinking backfired. My times got slower, my anxiety became worse than ever. I became increasingly frustrated.
Fast forward through my knee injury, through conferences, to track. I started doing the same thing. I would run extra, eat “right” and I started losing that fun. When I start to obsess over being “fast,” I end up going slower because mentally I’ve psyched myself out.
That’s what happened this year at conferences. I had so much pressure put on me from my coach, my team, and most importantly, myself, that I lost sight of the fun. That’s why when “I’ve Gotta Feeling” came on at regionals two weeks later, I had the race of the season. I went out smiling, and I had found that love for running again. I was racing for a reason.
That’s why I go out and run 10 miles at a time. That’s what I love to do. I don’t love to race, although I’ve grown to appreciate road races. I haven’t found that passion yet, and it’s something I’m really working towards. Dancing seems to work for me. It forces me to stop thinking about the race and allows me to just have fun.
Wow, I realized how heavy my posts have been this week. I promise you that this coming week I have some good stuff planned, and none of it is super serious. Lots of FUN!
Weekend recap coming at you tomorrow :) Today I’m on my way back to Baltimore for 2 weeks before Christmas!
Have a wonderful day! Make sure you get out there and run for me (if you’re into that sort of thing)!