As I mentioned yesterday over on Mamas, I started out my training for the 10k with a bang, totally ready to own the race. I started training early, vowed to be consistent and was setting goals like crazy.
I’ve hit a few bumps along the way.
First, there was the knee pain. That was really fun. I took a couple of weeks off, and it turned out to be the best decision I could have made. When I eased back into running, I felt good. My 5k mud run felt good. And a 4-mile run on Saturday felt good, too. Had I pushed through the pain? I can almost guarantee I wouldn’t be feeling so good right now and would probably be limping and questioning how I’d finish the race.
Besides the near injury, life has gotten in the way a few times. My schedule with an infant and a 2-year-old has been a crazy juggling act. There are naps, meals, naps, nursing, bed time—the stars have to align just right for me to get my runs in. I’m just not one to get up at the crack of dawn for a training run. Never have been—and especially not now when my sleep is broken by babies anyway. Afternoons are the times those stars align most regularly, so I hit the gym to treadmill train then. Or try to. Because even when everything goes my way and I make it to the gym? Well, I’ve gotten called back to the gym daycare center too many times to count. Sometimes 20 minutes into my workout. Sometimes 7 minutes and less than a mile in. You can see why I might skip the all important warming up process, right?
I definitely could have been more dedicated to training, but I did the best I could. I’m confident about the race, maybe naively so. But maybe now, with two small, needy humans bossing me around hourly, isn’t the time to get out there and kill a 10k. Maybe this is the one for fun with the FBG girls. Besides, if I’m not super speedy, maybe for the next one I’ll be able to kill it for a PR. That’s right. I said next time. And the race isn’t even over yet…
Do you have an A-for-effort training philosophy, too? —Erin