Most of the season, I have been using the Knoxville training schedule and have been "off schedule" from the rest of the group. Being off schedule sucks. It often meant I either ran a few extra before or after the group run (by myself or with other friends), or on fallback weeks in my schedule, I had to turn around and run half the distance by myself. (We run an out and back on the Olentangy Trail). I know many people run by themselves, so that probably doesn't seem like a big deal. In fact, I trained for my first Half by myself, but I joined this group partly for the long run company, and have grown accustomed to it. I hated ditching the group to run back by myself. I always had to reassure other groups on the trail that I was okay, etc., etc.
Needless to say, this week, I was excited for multiple reasons. (1) I was no longer off schedule. Cap City was my new target race. (2) The Cap City Schedule was on a fallback week - perfect, since I ran a Half last weekend (Recap HERE). (3) no more alone time on long runs.
Or not. We turned North on the Olentangy Trail upon leaving our normal meeting point. I know, from experience, that my training group puts out hydration 3 miles from the start point when going North. (going South - hydration is provided 1.5 miles from the start point). I mentioned to a couple of my good friends, "hmmm, we won't hit a water stop before the turnaround point." I wear a fuel belt, so for me, this isn't a problem, but I also know, from experience, that MiT doesn't usually do a long run without stopping at a hydration stop (because people usually complain).
When my Garmin hit 2.5 miles and we showed no signs of turning around, I began to fear that we were going for the hydration stop anyway. I was willing to concede, though, that my watch was showing a different mileage than the pace coach and kept going. At 2.6 miles, I decided they weren't going the assigned mileage and turned around. By myself.
As I ran back by myself, I began to get angry. I'd looked forward to a simple 5 mile run post race and time to chat with all my friends. Just a few weeks ago, the coaches had written a long blog post/email about the importance of fallback week for healing muscles. How it was important not to run extra miles or run faster than normal because "The reason we fall back is to allow our bodies to recover, replenish glycogen stores and prepare for the build weeks in front of us"
It repeated this over and over to beat some of us that needed it over the head with the idea. The fact that they were expressly doing the OPPOSITE of what they said made me FAR angrier than it should have. Anger is very good for my speed (but perhaps not LSD speed). Although I ran out with the 12 min pace group, my average time for the overall run was 11:25 min/miles. Oops. I'm not sure what is worse fallback week behavior, running closer to tempo for half the run, or running an extra mile?
|Me at the finish of the run, caught up to the 11:30 group. (Front left)|
I hung around after the run to drink water, stretch, chat with some friends that were in the 11:30 group, and wait for my friends in the 12:00 group. I had told my husband I would be home by 9, but I wanted to see how far they'd gone and I'd missed chatting with them. As they came in, I made no secret that I was annoyed. (I'm not really good at hiding my emotions from friends). I'm typically a happy, bouncy person, so in hindsight, it was kind of silly how mad I was. One of my friends, Lynne, pointed out that it could be the scientist in me, being disturbed by the wrong number. She's so smart.
|As proof of my normal nature, on our mid-week workout, |
I made Laurie climb on my back for a picture
Turns out, she was injured. MiT now provides athletic trainers at our long runs to talk to if this occurs. We suggested she talk to the trainer. As the trainer was examining her, I was hovering. I could tell she was embarrassed by the attention, felt she was in good hands, and was half an hour late to relieve the husband so that he could run, so I left.
After I got home, I got a text from Laurie, saying that she was with S at Urgent Care, that the trainer thought it was a stress fracture. Perspective. I felt terrible for multiple reasons. (1) I'd left and gone home. (2) I know how much a stress fracture hurts. (3) I know how much it sucks to have such an injury less than a month before a target race. (4) I'd been whining and ticked off about 1 measly little mile.
Turns out, urgent care doctors suck, and no definitive words on my friend's injury. She was diagnosed with a "painful limb" - which for some crazy reason, we found absurdly funny. She is going to our awesome Sports Medicine Doctor this week to find out the real scoop. Her response/attitude in text messages was amazing. "if I am sidelined I will become the best spectator you all ever knew :)".
Sure puts my anger over one extra mile into perspective.
Normally, in my training, a mile here or a mile there wasn't a big deal to me. I'm not sure why it mattered so much this week, but I feel rather silly about it now.
Have you ever gotten so disproportionately annoyed about something?
Have you ever had an injury derail your training plans? What would be the best cheer-you-up idea? (I was thinking food and beer).
Do you run with a group or solo?