I ran my Q2 goal race at the end of May, eking out a PR! (Yay, baby!). I treated myself to a week of very easy running and a week off healthy eating, which, for a 10k, was probably a little excessive! Whatever! The problem was what to do next. Whilst I still have plenty to do for my other Q2 goals, my running Q2 goal had been achieved. However there was still a month left of Q2 and I found myself floundering for a running goal for Q2. Because it turns out that if I don’t have a goal, I don’t run.
With the Husband’s Ironman at the end of July, my running is taking a backseat for a few months. We discussed me doing a parkrun at the end of June, but seriously, life is all about Ironman now and that’s fine! I’m definitely going to keep running but it’s more for fun and for exploration until life gets slightly more back to normal! I’m excited about this change of focus, but I know myself and I need some kind of structure or goal to work towards. So I cast my mind around for a more process-oriented goal to keep me focussed until we start our travels in July. And I came up with…the streak.
No. Not that!
My goal was to run at least 3 miles every day in June. Every day…a lazy, happy, easy three miler. Or a short, fast, crazy three miler. Or more miles if I have time. But surely even on the busiest of days I could fit in three miles!
I decided this at bedtime on June 1st so I had already failed by missing Day One. I’d just do a double on another day and catch up. No problems.
For a week, it was wonderful. I suddenly relished each day’s run. I loved running without pressure, I loved having a solid reason to get out there and run! I loved the reminder that I can run five or six days a week without taxing myself, if I take it easily. It really gave me some focus again when I was a bit aimless.
I had some ‘concerns’. Not ‘concerns’ as much as ‘wonderings’. My legs never felt fresh without any rest days and I wondered if the fitness gains offset the lack of freshness. I wondered if daily, easy three milers actually do anything for fitness once you’ve been running as long as I’ve been running. Some days I ran further, 5 or 6 miles, but I didn’t do any speedwork and I wasn’t sure if I was achieving anything. But still I was enjoying my daily plods looking at the egrets and the ice-flowers.
(BTW… running for pleasure is totally worthwhile! I do not mean to denigrate this at ALL.)
But then… I missed a day. It was a busy day and I just didn’t fit my half hour in. No worries, I’d catch up another day.
But then…on Saturday, the Husband did his century ride. We were up at 5.30 on a weekend morning. We got home at about 7pm. I told the Husband I would get my run in when I got home. We got home…and I realised I was knackered and just wanted to sit down and watch ‘Friends’ reruns with a glass of zinfandel. I wondered if I should cut my daily run down to a minimum of one mile…but seriously, what good does one mile do a girl?
And it dawned on me that my heart wasn’t in streaking. I’d rather run four days a week and get some solid training in than run seven days a week, just coasting. There’s definitely a time and a place for streaking. It was streaking brilliant for getting me out of my post-Danville rut (and I may do it again after another goal race) but I’m not cut out to be a streaker!
So I uncorked the zin, I sat down on the sofa with the cat and I declared this streak officially over!