August 14, 2004
This morning I got up late and started out for an aimless, freeform run. My log said 8 miles, but I'd rearranged the schedule so much to accommodate the sore leg that I thought I'd try for and easy 10. I didn't even get close. After a mile my leg had warmed up just a little. After 3 miles I stopped home to stretch, which helped just a little. After a couple more miles trotting around at warmup pace, I asked myself what the point was and didn't have an answer, so I bailed.
After a decent interval I wrote a long whiny email to my coach complaining that the leg just wasn't getting any better and everything was just no damned good. He came up with 5 different options for the coming week, ranging from complete rest (boo!) to a kinda complicated plan where I did the equivalent of 75% of my scheduled mileage as crosstraining (elliptical, stairmaster, arctrainer, etc) and then run the rest (not great, but better than nothing). I'm going to try the xtraining option, but I might also cut the total mileage by 20% too, because the thought of 82 miles on gym machines makes me grind my teeth.
It all sounds so rational and sensible, and it's only for a week, but inside me is a spoiled brat girl throwing a huge tantrum. I'm 9 weeks out from Chicago. This should not be happening right now.
Posted by joe positive at August 14, 2004 6:35 PM