Today was long run day, and since I have been worrying about being under-trained, I was nervous that I would break down at mile five of my intended nine miles. I have also been having some problems with my asthma, but instead of going with the sure to fail treatment plan of “Ignore It!” I called my doctor BEFORE I went into full blown post run attack, and he tweaked my medication schedule. Rather than admitting defeat based on having a chronic, incurable condition, yet one that has excellent management options, I took the increased meds and ran with full, calm breath. I also hydrated and fueled up properly (man, I love my friends… such great cooks, what a beautiful, delicious Saturday night meal) and even had some wine and chocolate and ice cream and popcorn etc., etc. Finally, I squelched the normally powerful Voice of Laziness and got out there for some mileage.
I expected to go into thought mode, but this was a much more physically present run. Apparently I needed to be making connections to body signals more than emotions, and I embraced that fully. My last race in December was a let down for me because I was denying the body connections even though all the signals were there. I was not training hard enough so normal soreness was giving way to bad soreness; constant coughing was dismissed as weakness not a scary asthma attack; bad weather was an easy scapegoat to avoid another run. As a result, I overdid it on race day, and came up badly injured.
Unlike last fall, for the past week and today for sure, I did everything right and even had drinks and snacks waiting for me in the car when I finished. It seems obvious and almost trite to be reporting that I drank water (omg no way!) after running nearly 10 miles, but once again, running puts into stark reality the importance of self-care, the learning curve of which I have been on the steep side. Had I rushed to the trail and left the drinks behind, I would have missed the emotional high of finishing well and instead started blaming myself for being so stupid as to just get out the door. It’s pretty exhilarating to accept your own best help. Now I have something left for everyone else.
Tomorrow, an update on this documentary I saw tonight. Excellent.