About three weeks have passed since my last half-marathon — and you know what? I feel like I’m still recovering. Throughout those three weeks, I have been doing a few short runs, but I felt sluggish and fatigued from early on during those runs. It makes me think back to the day of my last half-marathon. And what I did during that time as a stepping stone towards recovering. (Or, perhaps, what I didn’t do that is hindering my recovery.)
This post is a little (or a lot) later than normal. And to be honest, it’s because my motivation is super low lately. To do anything. It’s like every year at this time my body wants to switch to hibernation mode. All I want to do is be in my sweatpants, in front of the fireplace, sleeping. Or eating. Or eating then sleeping.
It’s not good, but it’s real. And that’s what I want this blog to be.
Genuine — discussing both triumphs and struggles. Because I know I’m not alone. And I want you to know that you are not alone either.
Yesterday was my last half-marathon of the year: The Hot Cider Hustle in Green Bay, Wisconsin. I couldn’t have asked for better conditions considering it is October — in Wisconsin. It was cool and crisp at start time but sunny and calm. The perfect way to start a long run! But even so, I found myself nervous for this run. The last half-marathon of the year and I still had my “goal” time in mind.
Vinyasa. Savasana. Namaste. They may sound like made-up words but to yogis worldwide, they have great meaning. These words represent their practice. A practice that cleanses, restores, and rejuvenates. The practice of YOGA.
You have just put in endless weeks of training for your half-marathon or marathon. Each week, your mileage increased. You are feeling healthy, strong, and confident. You glance at your training schedule two weeks out, but wait… That can’t be right. You are ONLY running how many miles?
You have reached the TAPER period of your training. And as counter-intuitive as it may seem, the taper can be one of the most beneficial parts of that training.
My alarm sounded at 4:30 this morning but I was already awake. Today was my first half-marathon of two this fall and I was excited to see improvement from my previous half — but also nervous. I didn’t sleep well. With dreams about missing my alarm and then being late to the start line, I was checking the time constantly throughout the night.
I grabbed a cup of coffee as we left the hotel and headed to La Crosse, Wisconsin for the Maple Leaf Walk Run. The particular event is run by the YMCA of La Crosse to kick-start Oktoberfest. The course was along the parade route meaning the time limit for the half-marathon was 2 hours and 45 minutes.
Not too long ago, my family and I took on our very first Tough Mudder Half. I had never participated in one before, but I had my ideas and preconceived notions about how exactly the event went. And as we headed to start at 2:00pm on a comfortable September Saturday, I wasn’t exactly prepared for what we were about to do.
There is NO way I am spending $50 dollars on a pair of socks! I thought as I looked through the endless options of compression socks online. I had read through at least a hundred different reviews and paged through multiple websites looking for the best fitting, the most efficient, and the most cost effective way to try out some compression socks.
Why you ask?
In my search for a solution to shin splints (read that post here) many places suggested compression socks to help heal and prevent shin splints. Naturally, I was curious and wanted to give them a try myself.
What I discovered may surprise you!
I have officially reached the hard part of half-marathon training. (Some may say ALL of half-marathon training is tough, which is true, but that’s not what I mean.) I have hit the point of training in where my motivation starts to disappear. The initial excitement of what I have signed up to do has long gone and the “work” portion has set in.
So what do you do when you hit a motivation block?
I started out running with the intention of just being able to run a 5k completely without walking. At that time, I thought that I would run one race and then I would be done. The thought of joining a running club or writing a blog about running never even crossed my mind. But somewhere along the route, I caught the running bug.
So, I ran a few more races.
And a few more.
And then a few more…