I know I’m not the only person craving temperatures above 40 degrees. Or willing the still very high snowbanks away. Or keeping my fingers crossed that the aforementioned snowbanks don’t melt too quickly and end up in the form of water in my basement. Or wishing my running mojo would return as quickly or quicker than Spring itself.
Ever since the magic of GhostTrain, I’ve slowly settled into a running funk. I ran Wolf Hollow ½ marathon (trail) a month after my 100 miler and felt fantastic! I was still riding so high and was thrilled having nailed 13.1 miles with some decent speed after so many months of training to be slower for Ghost Train. So of course, I registered for more races! I set my sights on Boston Prep (aka Derry 16 miler) in January, a 6 hour trail race in March, a ½ and full marathon weekend Challenge in May, and finally, a 50 miler in late May. Reality? Burn out. Big time.
I quickly found myself falling behind in my training for Derry. Because it is known for its “16 moderately challenging hills”, I focused on hills. I got out there and ran the miles. But I was losing steam fast. Luckily, Sue was on the fence about running the same race, so with a little more coaxing from me, I had a partner for race day! We ran a solid race and were happy at the end. Yay us.
As soon as I registered for TARC Spring Thaw in March, I realized I had a more important commitment that same day – our niece’s bridal shower. Wouldn’t miss it! Fortunately for me, my disappointment in missing this race has been tempered by the fact that the trails are still snowy and not very conducive to running. It’s OK, my money isn’t wasted and is going to a good cause.
So I now focus on Maine Coast Challenge in May. I’m registered for the ½ on Saturday and the full on Sunday. I get a fancy jacket with 3 finisher medals when I finish the Challenge. This race weekend was strategically planned to help prepare me for Pineland Farms 50 Miler a couple weeks later. Based on the way my training has been going (or not going), I decided last week to change my race to the 50K distance instead. Immediate relief.
I’m sure I’ve
whined talked enough about my commute, the weather, and general winter blues, so I’ll
try not to bore you. The fact remains,
there are times when the universe seems to conspire against us and training
just doesn’t materialize as planned.
Winter blues, almost-record-setting snow, life commitments, long
commutes, business travel….they add up. As the snow melts
and Spring starts to peek its head out of the remaining snowbanks and bottomless pot holes, I’m feeling
a glimmer of hope that warmer weather is indeed coming and my running mojo just might
return with it.
Now if I could only run to work…