As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I had a phone conversation with Coach Suz on Saturday. The focus of our chat was nutrition, but we also talked quite a bit about my little freakout from last week.
Historically, I have not been good about following The Plan, regardless of what The Plan is, whether I made it up myself, or picked it from one of the myriad options available on the interwebs. I’d always been at least fairly successful in my running endeavors in spite of not following The Plan, which sort of reinforced my general distaste for being told what to do.
Marathon training however, seemed so momentous from the outset, that I felt an overwhelming NEED to follow The Plan to a “t,” at least as far as running workouts went. After all, this is the MARATHON. And I’m paying for this plan, and this coach, so I damn well better get my money’s worth and do what I’m supposed to right? But when faced with the reality of the demands on my time (training, relationships, home life, rehearsals), I realized that I may not be able to do it all. And that freaked me right the hell out. How am I going to finish a marathon if I don’t do the training?
Chatting with Susie really helped me calm down. The basic gist of the conversation was, “Life happens.” As long as I do the majority of my workouts, and keep the long run sacred, I will be just fine. There will be days when I’m too tired or too busy to do my scheduled workout, and that’s A-OK as long as I’m generally keeping up with things. Just having “permission” to occasionally skip a workout already makes me feel so much better. I hopefully won’t need to very often, but just knowing that I can is a relief. Of course, rationally I knew that already, but my emotional side needed to be reassured, and that’s exactly what Saturday’s chat was.
I’m already putting this new-found reassurance into practice. Tonight is Taco Tuesday at a local joint, and my friend Sharon and I have been planning to go for over a month. I don’t see Sharon very often, and she can only do an early outing, which means running after work is a no-go. And so, I’m skipping my run tonight. And I’ll be just fine.
Do you get anxious about skipping scheduled training runs?