Tuesday I was supposed to do a 3 hour, 18-20 mile run. After the monster training weekend, I was just beat. I set out on my run and knew within a mile it wasn't going to happen. My miles were ticking off at a good pace and heart rate, but my legs felt stiff. My quads were fried, my calves were in balls, and my shins were sore. I ran 4 miles and called it a day.
I sent an e-mail to coach asking if I could move the 20 mile run to later this week. She said no because I have another 3 hour run next week and I wouldn't have time to recover. In addition, we have a really busy week of photo boothing (yeah, it's a word) and she was afraid with all I was doing I would get sick. This IS supposed to be a recovery week. I didn't like this answer. I feel like I NEED another long run. Training with Liz is very different than my usual marathon training. It never seems like I have a peak week now. It feels like all my weeks hold the same number of miles and it's usually not all that many. She says I need to trust my training. Trust, knowing that I've run many, many marathons. Trust her.
Trust....something I'm not very good at.
I feel like the bar has been set really high for Boston. Sure, I have some big goals but my focus has been more about doing better than last year than setting a new time goal. My friends are already hyping the race and telling me how I'm going to kick their butts. I'm not comfortable with this. I WANT to trust the training. I want to believe that what I'm doing is enough.
Today, my shins still hurt. Even though I really wanted to defy coach and head out for my 20 mile run tomorrow morning, I'm going to take the week to back it down and recover. I want to reach the start line healthy and confident.