The theme of Week 7 is wind. After my awesome tempo run I had a recovery run lined up for Valentine's Day. I set out for four miles during lunch and immediately hit what felt like a wall of wind. It was similar to a headwind, I guess, but it was coming from all directions. I was running East to the lake: wind. I made a right: wind. I hit the turnaround: wind. I went through a tunnel underground: wind. I made a left and went through another tunnel: wind. As David Foster Wallace said, "Wind wind etc. etc."
I was also wearing shorts for some reason.
Yeah, I think I'll stay out of the water.
I'm not going to pretend this was fun. It sucked. I had high hopes that this run would at least help me blow off some stress, but instead it was just a cold, windy, unpleasant "recovery" run --but I can't even call it that, since, on account of the icy wind, I ran way too fast in my hurry to get back inside.
On the way back I was feeling disappointed and defeated until I thought of an article I read a long time ago. I re-found it to post here. The main point is this:
via Runner's World.
There are lots of obvious, frequently-made metaphors about ways that running mimics life. On Thursday I was trying to run from a seemingly inescapable headwind and suffering all the while in the cold. There's a character-building life lesson in there, for sure, but I'm not really interested in developing my character right now. I just want to run fast and PR in May and not be cold.
It turns out "not being cold" just wasn't in the cards this week. On Saturday morning I delayed leaving the house, hopeful that if I just drank my coffee slowly enough, the sun would come out and the temperature would creep above 15 degrees. Eventually I had to face facts and set out for ten miles in 15 degree ("feels like 3") weather. I was supposed to throw some 100m strides in there, and I thought the easiest way to get all of this done would be to run 5 miles to a high school track I had scoped out on Google Maps.
Within just 10 minutes of running, I was over it and wanted to turn back for home. I had anticipated I'd feel like this and had planned an out-and-back route so that every mile I ran was basically the equivalent of two (since I had to retrace my steps to get home, doubling whatever mileage I had done so far) and wisely left my CTA pass and money behind so I couldn't cheat and grab a cab or a bus home. I was shivering and running straight into the wind. I just focused on the park and tried to think about how great I'd feel after reaching the track.
Of course, the track I had made my goal for 45 minutes was locked when I got there. Also it wasn't even marked, so there was no point of doing my strides on the track anyway since I still don't know how far 100m is. I thought about climbing the fence but decided to admit defeat and turn back for home. Running: it will develop your character whether you want it to or not.
I just kind of gave up on the rest of the weekend. I stayed inside and watched TF do this:
I can't believe I took four rest days this week -- but also, it's fine and I'm over it already. It's not the end of the world. Next week is a new week.
February 11 - February 17
- Monday - Rest
- Tuesday - 8.8 mi with 5 at tempo
- Wednesday - Rest
- Thursday - 4
- Friday - Rest
- Saturday - 10
- Sunday - Rest