I have come back from being out of shape before. Way more out of shape, in fact. I remember it being physically hard — hard to run three miles, hard to breathe, hard to have any conception of ever having gone faster. But, it’s hard this time in a different way. I can’t even seem to get to the point where it would be physically hard. I can’t manage to train enough to even have to give myself the ‘you can do it’ pep talk. Of course I can do it. I only have time to swim for 30 minutes. I’m not so out of shape that I can’t swim for 30 minutes.
I’m hoping this struggling to get back to regular training hours has something to do with being sick, getting better, and then getting sick again, and something else to do with traveling every week. I’m hoping that when I get back from Turkey next week (after I go to Turkey this Thursday, after I recover from having flown back to LA from Chicago at 6 a.m. CST this morning, after I stopped coughing so hard I threw up a lot last week), then I’ll be able to really start training for the races I signed up for. Week 1 starts Oct. 25.
I just hope that I make it to Week 1.
Left the Bay Area at 5:50 a.m. to drive to LA. My sister got in to LA at 3:30 p.m. for a 20 hour visit. Keeping myself together was enough of a workout.
Ran three miles, drills, and strides in the evening. Running in the dark may become my secret LA weapon.
Skipped all classes, meetings, and events because I was throwing up all night from coughing and overdosing on Nyquil. Since I could barely move, I did not do much besides semi-sleep.
Rode 24 miles down the beach path to Hermosa Beach. Not too hard, not too easy.
Light core and yoga routine before getting on the plane to Chicago to finally get in at nearly midnight.
Ran four miles around Millenium Park, but felt so wheezy and weak and slow. The only reason I did even four miles (although I had planned on more) was because people kept cheering for me, thinking that I was doing the marathon on Sunday.
Ran five miles with Steve around my uncle’s neighborhood before my cousin’s wedding.
Went to my uncle’s gym and created my own TRX-kettlebell-box jumping workout. It was actually quite an effective workout, but the only downside is that my abs hurt so much when I cough now. And I, unfortunately, cough constantly.
Ugh. Gross. That’s not even one-third of a standard week of training volume and it nearly killed me. And, right now, again, I’m planning on sleeping in instead of running track in the morning. (I am not a morning person.) I just need to get better and get set on a schedule. Eventually.