Training Log—28th April, 2018: Where Is the Reset Button?
I haven't really tested myself. The limit of my running experience so far is the marathon distance. But nearly everyone who toes the line at a marathon will finish it. It will hurt. There will be lows. Some will have to walk parts of the course. I know I have. But they will finish.
That's what appeals to me about ultras. Somewhere in the range of distances above 42.2km is my limit. We haven't yet been introduced to each other. But I know it is waiting for me—if I have the courage to seek it out.
While I haven't found my running limit yet, I have found my physical and mental limits in daily life. I've been pushing very hard at work in recent months. Too hard. That's the message my body is sending me now. My back has seized up. My chest is hurting. I'm endlessly tired. And it has affected my running. My last run lasted less than 100 metres because I couldn't get enough air into my lungs.
I was already mentally empty. Struggling to get out of the door. The idea of running wasn't doing it for me. Now my body has forged an alliance with my psyche. It doesn't want to run either. Won't, in fact. Together my mind and my body are a formidable force against me. I thought we were all on the same team. Now it's just me and my ego over on this side. And he's a crushing bore.
Of course, I could just pull myself together and push through. But pushing through, harder and beyond is what landed me in this state. Instead, I'm taking a different tack, on the advice of my wife. Stop. Rest. Reset.
Days to Kerry Way Ultra Lite: 133
Training kilometres last week: 11.1 (Strava), 11.9 (me)
Number of runs last week: 3—including one aborted run (Strava and I agree on this)