I’m afraid this blog is going to have to wait a little longer for an actual ultra-runner to write these posts. Til then you’re stuck with me.
I can’t go into it in any detail on such a public forum, but due to some family issues – no, that doesn’t mean I am pregnant!! – I’ve had to cancel doing the Ned Kelly Chase. Yes, all of two weeks after I signed up for it. Grrr!
I always thought that if anything got in the way of me achieving my running goals (especially cancelling a race I’d been working all year towards) I would have been steaming mad, but as it turns out, I do have a heart and my husband and daughter come first, so I have no regrets.
Yes, I’m frustrated I can’t do the Ned Kelly Chase right now, but being with my family will always be more important, and I don’t think it’s a bad thing to be reminded of that every now and then.
For about a week after I cancelled the race I sat around in a bit of a funk. I had no motivation to get out and run, no enthusiasm for looking into a race goal replacement, nothing. Just me, the couch, the telly and assorted wines.
I need a race to motivate me, and without one I could see exactly what would happen. If I didn’t have a goal in mind I knew I would just beach myself on the couch for the next few months. And that wasn’t going to make anyone happy.
Seriously, you know what it’s like after 3 days of no running. The grumpiness, the lethargy, the way your body seems to ache and complain MORE when you’re not thrashing the shit out of it. I didn’t want to go down that road.
You see, anyone who either has run or aspires to complete endurance events usually ends up in that situation because extreme is what fires up their enthusiasm. Our brains only ever say: harder, faster, longer, more.
Hmm, that sounds a bit rude. RUNNING. I’m talking about running, people!
And we’re stubborn. oh so stubborn.
So yes, I spent a week daydreaming about training for a fast 10k, or even something ridiculous like just running as many k’s in a week as I could. But after my third week of late nights, early mornings and drama drama drama I decided to cut myself some slack and just. Let. it Go.
Every 2-3 days I’d be itching for a run, so I would. Even if I’d only had 4 hours sleep, or was hungover as buggery.
I won’t lie, there was a lot of slackness involved, but overall I was still getting 2-3 runs in a week, which is plenty to keep a basic level of fitness ticking over. In fact it helped a lot with the stress of what has been a difficult time. What I didn’t need was the pressure of a plan.
I’m not sure if all the drama drama drama is actually over yet, but I’m nothing if not hopeful. So now it’s time to start preparing for Two Bays 2016.
By a massive streak of luck, 20-30k per week in September that I’ve been doing, rising to 40-50k in the first 3 weeks of October, is exactly the amount suggested by the training guide on the Two Bays website.
Added bonus: I’m not mentally strung out and over the whole training thing already.
Instead, I have fresh legs and am hopefully in a much better frame of mind than I was a couple of weeks ago.
Right now I need to take some of my disappointment at having to can Ned Kelly, and turn that into fire in the belly for Two Bays.
Once the stamina builds up again I shouldn’t find it too hard.
In the meantime I am daydreaming about ultra races that are as soon as possible in 2016.
What about the Anzac Day 100k Challenge? Because, who wants to do a piddly 50k anyway?
So – who’s up for a trip to Sydney next April?