Two Saturdays ago, I managed to cross the 500k “dreamline” in my training. I’m not specifically smart in geography, so I’d rather not start estimating which city this length means and how many times. I’m just exhausted
I’m really bloody exhausted.
What makes it even worse is that I feel I’ve lost my motivation, my pleasure to run. Since there’s only a really short time till the race, it doesn’t sound too good. An unfocused mind right before The Day is not something I’d call lucky at all. So, Saturday night I managed to complete the longest distance of the training plan. Originally, it was supposed to be 15 but since the stairs are a bit further, I had to make it 16.36. I didn’t mean to walk a single step. 🙂 I was doing nothing all Sunday, then suddenly realised that this is what I’ve been missing for half a year. For 6 months, all my Sundays have been devoted to the trainings: even if it’s shorter, like 10k: travelling by public transport takes about an hour, the running itself is deffo more, stretching, eating… ooopsie, Sunday is over! My only free day a week.
Well, this is the end of the story for me.
Whatever distance I decide to take up till autumn, the long runs will be done on Saturday. In the meantime, I must make them somehow more colourful, as I tend to get absolutely bored by the same lapses (even if done reverse and/or in a different times of the day).
Thanks to my mentalist, (he’s a kind of online trainer for me, we’ve never run together but he’s a well-experienced marathonist) I’m authorised to skip this week’s long. So I have three occasions to go: two will happen this week, the last one next week. Altogether 15k maximum, I don’t even feel like doing more right now. After all, I’m waiting for my phoenix-like resurrection! 🙂
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