Throughout every week of training I have learned something about myself. It could be about pushing myself, what mile my ‘wall’ is at, or how to stay hydrated during the long runs.
After yesterday’s miserable 16 mile run my realization was simple: I am in complete burn-out mode.
I’m done. I’m over training. I’d like to race in Kentucky now. Then I’d like to take a plane to someplace sunny and sit on a beach with an adult beverage in hand.
But let’s talk about this. I mean, that’s what a blog is for right? Let’s talk about how I know I’m burning out:
1. I prefer to sleep instead of getting up. Most runners are early risers, whether we like it or not. I have always been a morning person, so it’s never affected me. The past two weeks I have wanted to sleep in, even if it’s until 7:30. This is quite late for someone who is normally out of bed at 6:15 (that includes weekends).
2. I make dumb decisions. Last weekend, I PR’d in the Colon Cancer Challenge. I tacked on 15 miles after the race to make my long run for the weekend. I then thought, ‘Self, you will do this next weekend after the Scotland 10k.’
I am also an idiot. No, I will not race the 10k. Why did I even sign up for it in the first place? You can get your 9+1 with other races, Lewis. Focus on Kentucky. Stop making lame decisions. And stop being an idiot.
3. My nutrition is starting to go out the window. Cookies before bedtime? Why thank you, cookie jar! You brighten my night. The last thing I need are oreo cheesecake cookies before bedtime. Sugar makes sense whilst falling asleep.
4. I can’t get out of my head. During last weekend’s 20-miler, I hit my wall at mile 17. I quickly yelled at myself to snap out of it, and away I went. This weekend, it was worse. Every single mile was poised with something new inside my head.
What is that twinge in my lower back? Is my hip going to explode again like it did during Chicago? Stop drinking so much water, you’re not that dehydrated.
I should be going out for my long run and enjoying myself. Instead, I’m finding new excuses to quit.
And thus we begin another week in training. I’m hoping Coach gets me in the pain box to snap me out of it, which also means he needs to be patient should I start crying uncontrollably after a workout (I am such a treat of a girlfriend).
And if anyone has any suggestions on how they cure their burn-out, I’m all ears.
Also, Happy Easter/Passover/Long Weekend. May your day be filled with chocolate and cadbury eggs.