Ok guys, maybe Iâ€™ll stop writing about this damn halfâ€¦tomorrow? Until then, I have just a little bit more to say.
Itâ€™s been a year and a half since I last really put all my eggs into one basket and focused on training hard for one race. Last year, Iâ€™d started a job I really enjoyed and decided to put 150% of myself into it. Now that Iâ€™ve been there for a bit, Iâ€™m cool with only putting in 110% of myself. Iâ€™d also really burnt myself out in 2013 and was happy to embrace the trying-all-the-classes lifestyle. But while part of last year I spent seeing people post about their races and thinking â€œcool, good for you, I have no desire to train hard for that right now,â€ at some point this year, that shifted.
Enough logging 2:0x halfs when my PR was 1:50. In fact, it had been long enough that my PR was 1:50! I want to BQ by 35, so I need to get cracking on chipping away at my marathon time and starting with racing a half would be a good way to assess where my speed was before the fall.Â
So, a few general reflections, partially for my own memory, partiallyâ€¦if you care?
1. Iâ€™d give my training a B-. My tempos and easy runs were spot on, and most of my interval runs ended up being at places like OrangeTheory or The Run just because of social commitments. I was good with my long run mileage until the last two weekends: I was taking a class at NYU and after a long week, I quite honestly didnâ€™t have it in me to get up and bust out 12 miles before sitting in class all day. I think I maxed out at 10 miles. My training didnâ€™t really point to a definite PR, but I was hoping that the muscle memories of the tempos + having done this a whole bunch of times + being stubborn would take me the rest of the way, and I was lucky that they did.
2. Upon further reflection, the water stations really bothered me. JessÂ and I have already talked about potentially carrying a handheld for at least the first half of my fall marathons to avoid water station congestion.
3. I really should have done more/some hill training. I used to be way better at hills; these killed me.
4. But Iâ€™m most proud of my mental strength and pulling this off without running with a faster running buddy. I did this all on my own, and I relied on this funny little mind of mine to get me there.
So, about that recovery…
I hurt like hell on Sunday. I spent Saturday night recovering with wine with LaceyÂ and much of Sunday walking around Soho with Emily. (Pretty sure every single store has stairs, thanks.) Iâ€™d been thinking about doing some kind of recovery swim or yoga but just didnâ€™t have it in me.
After whine-tweeting (thank you for not unfollowing) about my soreness, VictoriaÂ suggested I swim it out. I have found swimming to help everything from a hangover to soreness, so I decided to go for it. (Also my NYHRC membership is over at the end of this week.) Once again, Victoria was right and I felt way better.
And this morning, I went back to Y7 again! Iâ€™m really not a fan of the parts of class where you flow on your own because I can never remember the flows, but I love the music and ambiance enough for it to be worth it.Â
Iâ€™ve also been foam rolling and Arnica-ing every day, and I feel 90 percent recovered today. Jess doesnâ€™t want me running till this weekend, but weâ€™ll see. Either way, I am counting down the seconds till I am out on Shelter Island relaxing for the long weekend. I love my city, but I also love getting out of it, and itâ€™s been a while.Â