Thursday, June 2, 2011
It seems as though I have written this post before. Many times. Perhaps only in my mind.
I sat down about 2 weeks ago and planned out my "training plan" from now until race day. It was pretty. It was perfect. It fit my schedule and seemed as though all would go well. Then as usually happens, things changed.
First hit to the plan, my family has decided that they are now ALL going to begin working out! While this is a great thing, it makes juggling my workouts a bit more challenging. I have been praying that the family would take this step and want to support their efforts, so I made up my mind to fit my training in around their workouts. I think we all know how that usually goes.
Second hit has been a nasty, unrelenting virus that I can't seem to shake. I'm on day 9 of this thing. I finally hit the Dreadmill last night to test out my lungs and they held up well. At least in an air-conditioned, easy-paced run they did well.
I planned to get up and hit the hills this morning, but the family decided they wanted to work out this morning, so I figured I could fit it in later. Now it is a million degrees outside and if I want to run, it will be unbearably warm. Or it's back to the dreadmill at the Y. Not sure which way I want to go with this just yet. I'm leaning towards the million degrees...
Really beginning to wonder if a plan is even worth the effort. Maybe the plan should be as simple as Run. Run as much as you can as often as you can. Try to hit some hills. Try to do some speed. Balancing life and running isn't such an easy thing.
Posted by K at 10:01 AM