I have a running buddy that I follow for motivation - he's great inspiration & motivation & he actually lives in my area. We usually are training for the same races and I always love seeing progress of others that you know are going to be running the same path you are going on for race days... check out their highs & lows... see where they stand in training.
But a few weeks ago, he used the term "The Grind" ....
& talked about how it gets to the part of your training where its not fun anymore.
The honeymoon as worn off.
When you start training, its full of excitement & newness.
You can't wait to get on a routine & schedule of training.
So much potential laying ahead of you
& after a few weeks, fun? ... meh... not so much.
It starts becoming a challenge.
The body aches.
Soreness is the norm.
Injuries are flaring their ugly head at you.
The miles are increased... so more time spent working out & it becomes even more of your life.
& then I'm stuck at a plateau on the scale to add to the frustration of it all.
38 lbs down... I wanted 60 by race day but I'll be happy with 40
... ok, more like 45...
....that's where I am at right now.
it's a perfect word for me right now & where I'm at in week 10.
Other words that define Grind: Crumble, Smash, Press, Crush... Pulverize (that's a powerful word)
& those words sound fantastic - as long as I'm doing it to the workouts
... not having the workouts do it to me...
But I'm really nervous at this point that the GRIND is on me coming up this weekend.
It's the 3rd race in the Triple Crown... the one I hate the most - the Papa John's 10 Miler.
Now, I want to note - I've been following my training & I've even had great times on my past races this year... but this past weekend? I felt the Grind breathing down my next...
I had to run 9 miles.
Now, every week, my mileage increased usually 1 mile at a time, but with the Triple Crown in there, it's gotten a little messed up. So last weekend, I should have done 8 miles, but it was the 10K so it was 6.2 ... & then this week was 9 ... so my longest run before this weekend was 7 miles.
(I know - numbers & math! UGH! Hang in there)
What I'm getting at is I jumped 2 miles for this weekend, when I normally only increase it by 1 mile. But I didn't want to have to increase 2 miles on race day when I knew next weekend I had to hit 10 miles. Does that make any sense? if not - dont worry about it... it gets confusing to me too & I'm the one running it all.
BUTTTT the point? I did it. I increased from 7 to 9 miles this past weekend.
But mercy - I felt like I was going to DIE doing it. I was struggling.
& granted - it was on a treadmill.
& I didn't do my nutrition like I would have on a road race with fueling every few miles.
But what those 9 miles did was scare the bejeez out of me now for my 10 mile run & for my half marathon coming up...
So now, this has become even more of a Grind by stepping it up from a physical game to a mental game...
I'm a nervous wreck.
& of course, my sweet husband said he'll be there every step of the way for me. & he keeps reminding me I'm so much stronger then I tell myself & he sees it in me (I love that fella)
And I'm going to add in, all of this makes me feel like a wimp even admitting all of this. I mean, there are people training for 26.2 miles...some people that do it every weekend!... & people that run ultras all the time. I feel like 13.1 should be nothing... anyone can do it... & I'm struggling?
|About my speed I guess|
But this is what its all about... the training... the soreness... the mental game...
....for my own personal race....
We are most definitely in THE GRIND!
Week 10 Half Marathon Training
Monday - Run 3.47 Miles
Tuesday - T25 Cardio
Wednesday - P90X+ Kempo (Knee was hurting so cut out running)
Thursday - No workout (GRAND BUDDY BEING BORN!!!)
Friday - Rest day
Saturday - Run 9.11 miles
10 weeks down ... 6 more to go....
I can do this!