Like a wind-up doll that slowly de-animates, my mileage since the L A Marathon in March has gone from 50-mile-weeks to 40-mile-weeks to 20-mile-weeks.
My friend Jill says, “Life intrudes when you’re not training for anything.”So, it hasn’t been all laziness that subtracted miles, but a new granddaughter and some long-term real estate matters that have taken me away, not to mention a few social events.
So, three months coming off lots of mileage, what’s that do to a runner?
For one thing, no more 50-mile-weeks for me.
My fastest marathon in ’07 happened when my mileage was so low, I almost didn’t sign up. That was back when Bill Sumner coached new marathoners and I’d done only ONE 18-mile run. Before Sumner, I did lots of 20-mile-Saturdays to prepare for a marathon. Surprising myself with the results of Bill’s low-mileage program, I qualified for Boston.
SO, low mileage worked that time.
After L.A’s preparation including weeks of 50 miles, I had shin splints and was sick of running.
I should have been excited about running because I took first place in my age-group and realized a dare I’d given myself publicly.
I wrote about trying for a first and described my year of training in the Daily Pilot Newspaper.
As I said, I felt unmotivated and sore instead of triumphant.
So, do I treat my public first place victory as the apex of my running career?
Do I say that now that I’m 70, I’ll rest on my laurels?
Probably not. First, I still need to burn the calories. I’m a big eater and the belly is the first to bulge, followed by saddlebags and butt.
Second, my best friendships come from huffing and puffing beside another runner, squeezing out conversation between steps.
So, where would I find my friends if I gave up running?
Fourth, I like being outside. Hours spent on foot on roads, paths, beachside are the way I want to spend hours.
My next marathon?
No plans yet.
Will there be another?