I was supposed to be in Maine this weekend for my college roomie’s baby shower but there’s a lot going on this little life of mine, and I just couldn’t make it up there.
So Friday night, I found myself in town with a long run on my schedule and no running dates planned.
I usually run a few long runs each training cycle solo, but not usually this early in the cycle when I’m getting used to long runs again.
Friday, I’d had about 4-5 miles planned and my legs would literally have none of it. They have been feeling incredibly fatigued lately, and about 5 minutes into my run, I’d already felt like I was at mile 20 of a marathon. Um, no. I didn’t want to push my already-fatigued legs into a dangerous zone, so I bagged it and asked Jess what I should do about my long run. She said that hopefully the day of rest would be good for my legs and to give my long run a try, and if my legs still hated me, to bag it after 4-5 miles.
I met up with the girls in Union Square and hoped for the best. We ran east and then south down the East River. (See our full route on Ashley’s blog.) The first few miles were a little rough, but they always are. I just kept hoping that my legs would cooperate and I’d be able to finish the run. It’s been a long time since I doubted I could finish a long run, so that was an incredibly disheartening feeling to have.
I tried to not look at my watch and just to take each mile as it came as I chatted away with the girls, who were godsends yesterday. Having them there to distract me from my tired legs was wonderful.
Our run took us around the tip of Manhattan, and I got weirdly nostalgic for my old apartments down there. (I lived down there my first 2.5 years in the city.)
We split at 9 miles, but I still had three more to go, so I ran up another mile, back down and home. Although I’ve now run 12+ miles quite a few times, that feeling of satisfaction after a long run never goes away.
On tonight’s run, I found this serene little patch of a beach somewhere between Chelsea Piers and the ferry terminal. My legs still felt fatigued and I ran at a much slower pace than usual, but I listened to a Jillian Michaels podcast and had an amazingly calm run.
Solo runner or group runner? And what the eff do you do when your legs feel super-fatigued like this? I’m trying to foam roll more, focus on making sure I’m “fueling” well and I’m going to take an Epsom bath tonight, but would love to hear your tips.