It is no secret that I've struggled with my motivation, sanity, and burn out for 26.2 the last few months. Somewhere along the way I became the queen bee bipolar runner--10 days of glorious unicorns and glitter running, followed by 5-7 days of not wanting to run. Ever. Again.
I tried every trick in the book. Giving myself some time off. Focusing on how great the weather was. Taking pride in breaking highest mileage weeks. Emailing my favorite running gals for motivation and mutual bragging.
Last Saturday after some St. Patrick's Day celebrating, I decided: I don't want to run a marathon this spring. At all.
I have a list of reasons about 6 blog posts long, but I won't bore you with those. I know it's the right decision. I've been training for a marathon almost non-stop for the last 2+ years, if that's not a recipe for burn out, I'm not sure what is.
Last Sunday morning I woke up and still wanted to bag it, so I emailed the race director and the switcheroo was made! When I got my confirmation email back from him, I felt a huge wave of relief. Ok then, I guess that was the right call.
I spent a good chunk of Saturday night scouring the web for some tough half training programs, and I think I came up with something challenging but not too ZOMG scary, with enough flexibility to fit the rest of my crazy school schedule this semester. AND since I won't be crippled for 4-6 weeks post-marathon per usual, I can actually race before it gets a trillion degrees out. Oh how I've missed that!
So marathon #5: TBD. Half marathon #14: Brookings here I come!