OF SCRAPED CHEST, LEG CRAMPS AND RAW TOES
Cutting back for a few days.
I’ve run three “twenty mile jaunts” in the past two weeks.
My chest bears two red lines where my running bra etched scrape marks. A leg cramp hit with the sudden impact of a gun shot, jerking me up from a nap. My little toe is rubbed raw.
So, I cut back to eight miles Saturday and twelve miles on Wednesday. Of course, I sneaked in a twenty on Tuesday.
Why the heck go so many miles? I ran my fastest marathon when I’d completed just one 18-mile work out.
This time, my volunteer coach, Jake, told me that I’d gain endurance with 50-mile-weeks so, for the first time in my life, I’m counting miles. Turns out I can make myself stay upright for enough hours during the week to total 50 miles, but let me tell you, many of those miles are barely faster than a walk.
26 of them to complete my marathon with a time of 4 hours and 24 minutes.
I am able to run four ten-minute-miles during speed-work on the track, but then I rest. On marathon day, I don’t plan to rest. The point of race-day is to keep on running. Will I find the energy somewhere?
I sure hope muscle repair is what’s happening because it it’s the opposite, my doctor will be correct. One year she entered the room where I waited for my annual check-up, saying, “You know, Carrie, marathoners die younger.
Cutting down on mileage makes me happy. I’m counting on getting stronger AND hoping to live a long life…