Ever get that feeling of being less than inspired for days at a time and just wonder when it will end?? These past several days have been days of un-inspiration, non-motivation, blah...blah...blah. Call it a slump, call it whatever, "blah" just seems to be the best word to describe it.
Just 5 weeks away from the Tobacco Road marathon, the one I want to run in 3:45:59....the one I have been banking on as my last chance to run a 3:45 before the age of 40. This week should be a 52 mile week, at least that's what the calendar above my computer is telling me, but my body is saying otherwise. With this pounding headache, I thought a fever was brewing but somehow I don't think that a temp of 96.4 constitutes a fever of any sort. Constant fatigue is knocking at my door, so a call to my hematologist was thought to be necessary. Appetite? "Ravenous" is the only word that comes to mind. Is it possible that one's belly could burst if too many calories were consumed in a day? After all that's been eaten, it sure feels like it should. A 12 mile run yesterday left my knee aching, but with the help of ice and Advil, it's feeling ready for tomorrow's 22 mile run. 22 miles...22 miles...22miles. I love that distance, I yearn for it, I love the serenity 22 miles of road brings. For some reason, today it just doesn't sound appealing...it sounds overwhelming. Call it a slump? I just need to get out of it. Need some good inspiration, need some motivation, need something to get me going.
Last week was a week of speed-- I felt fast, light, airy, quick, fabulous! This week, well quite the opposite I should say. Slow, sluggish, fat, blah, yuck, ewww, slow, blah. The only reassurance I have is my wrist's companion, my faithful Garmin (which does not tell a lie) with it's constant pace and speed monitoring. I'm thankful I run with my Garmin, for this week I have needed that reassurance, needed hope, needed proof that my training is still moving forward. So, with that, I will take to the road tomorrow and hope for the best. I'll charge up the Garmin with juice, load up the iPod shuffle with upbeat songs, fill up the water bottles and hide them in bushes, carbo load this body just one more time, and I'll run those 22 miles with joy. Joy because I can do it. Joy because I've been given this gift of running and I will not let it go to waste. Joy because I am alive and well, healthy and happy, proud and consistent. One foot in front of the other, that's the way it will go.
Happy long run.
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