As a distance runner, you become intimately familiar with the ritual of The Long Run. It generally sits on the calendar at the end of each week, serving as a regular dress rehearsal for the main event. Some runners love it, since this is when they get out on the weekends with their running buddies. And some runners fear it, because it brings with it all the uncertainty of race day. No matter your disposition though, you have to respect it.
As a marathon runner, The Long Run becomes much more controlling. You love it because when you succeed, you feel like you're ready for anything. No matter what the marathon throws at you, you will conquer. But you fear it because it demands discipline. It makes sure you make your bedtime and eat your veggies, and when you misstep it jumps up and bites you on the ass.
A couple of weekends ago, I underestimated The Long Run, and it pimp-slapped me good. My training plan had me doing 17 miles, so I went out for the NYRR's second long training run and started taking on the Central Park loops. However after about 11.5 miles, I stopped to grab some Gatorade, and the knee problem I've been having suddenly turned from a minor hurdle into a full-on brick wall. No amount of stretching would loosen it up, and running was out of the question. Dejected, I limped out of the park and into a cab home.
Unable to take something like this lightly, I told myself that by any other training plan I was already way ahead of schedule on the long runs, so cutting a long run short this early in the cycle won't necessarily keep me from finishing. I jumped in an ice bath, took a nap, and then made my way to a hot yoga class to make up for the lost time. I realize that my approach to this race has been aggressive, and that there are risks incumbent to this approach, so I have to suck it up and work out a solution.
For the time being, that solution means cross training, more easy running, and dialing back the throttle on speed and hill training. Not to mention lots of ice, lots of stretching, and lots of foam rolling. In fact, I may have to ease into the long runs again, abandoning the FIRST training plan altogether (sorry
NY Wolve, you're on your own now).
Having your ass handed to you by any given workout is heart-breaking, but the clock is ticking, so I don't have time to cry about it. Time to form a plan, make it happen, and not let The Long Run win...
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