We’ve been through a lot.
I used to hate you. I used to curse you for not growing me better boobs and giving me huge hips. I used to starve you, then bombard you with copious amounts of sugar.
I eventually realized how foolish that was when we started running 7 years ago. I grew to respect your awesomeness. I never thought I’d be the girl who could exercise just by stepping foot out the door and running around the block. I thought running for 30 minutes without stopping was the most amazing thing ever.
Then a year ago, my detest for you returned. Umm, where the heck was my period? I took care of you so well, so why couldn’t you be “normal”?
I was so mad at you, so I made you pay. I made you pound the treadmill, run the snow and get up at crazy hours in the morning.
But you’re more mature than me, body. Instead of hating me back, you made me strong. You let me run faster than I ever thought possible, granted me PRs and let me survive the hardest race of my life.
My love for you came back. Then almost as if on cue, a couple of weeks ago, you gave me my first non-medication induced period in over a decade.
I thought this was it. I thought we were on the same page. I thought we had finally made peace.
Then my 20 mile run last week sucked. Yesterday my should-have-been-15 miler that turned into a 10 mile run plus 3 mile run/walk sucked even more. And I realized my runs have been going downhill in the past 2 weeks.
I wanted to be mad at you. This is not the time for you to rebel. My marathon is in less than a month, and I want to run well. So badly.
But I realized, this time, it was my fault. I haven’t been treating you as well as I should be.
- I’ve basically had you on a training plan since last November with very few breaks.
- I’ve been training you hard and expecting you to recover according to what my training plan says.
- I’ve spent the days of long runs on my feet, doing “fun” things.
- I haven’t been stretching you well and I haven’t been to yoga in 7 weeks.
This all changes today. I promise to:
- Give you a break from training plans after my marathon. Then you can run for fun, spin, zumba or whatever else your heart desires.
- Respect you. Just because Smart Coach told me to run 2 days after a 20 miler, doesn’t mean I should have forced you to. This week, I will do no speedwork and run a pace according to how you feel.
- Let you rest. After my half marathon plus (hopefully) 7 miles this coming Saturday, I will let you spend the remainder of the weekend in the horizontal position.
- Pamper you. Today we'll get a sports massage and go to yoga. I wish I could afford that level of treatment for you more often, but I can’t. I hope you will accept foam rolling, sticking, stretching, icing, physical therapy and the occasional yoga class instead.
Sound like a deal? Let’s each play our part and help each other out. Then maybe… just maybe… we can lead each other to a BQ in a few weeks.