I set up a pretty intense training plan for myself leading
up to the May 22 Olympic triathlon. I never follow training plans religiously,
but I’ve been sticking pretty close and enjoying my workouts this year. I may
go to bed at 8 PM most nights, but I still make social plans when I can, and I
have a life outside my sport. So I plan for flexible adherence as well.
Saturday I was supposed to run 6 miles for the first week of
Hal Higdon’s marathon training plan, but I had signed up to run the Dash Down
Greenville 5k. I planned to run an extra 3 miles when I got home that
afternoon, because it can still count even if you split up your miles across
the day. But I walked a mile to the start, ran the thing, walked a mile back to
my car, and walked an additional 6 and a half miles that afternoon and would
not run any more that day. I was certainly active enough on my feet, and one
day isn’t going to have a negative impact on my plan to run a marathon 9 MONTHS
from now.
Sunday was busy with socializing but not physically
demanding. That night I had an especially wicked migraine and went to bed
before 7 PM without setting an alarm. I woke naturally at 4:45 Monday feeling
surprisingly decent, so I jumped out of bed and went to Camp Gladiator. My
performance felt a bit weak and slow, but I finished every task and felt okay
about it.
I went to bed early Monday and set my 4:30 AM alarm but was
really tired and slept instead of working out Tuesday morning. I often have
trouble identifying the difference between actually needing a little more sleep
some days for recovery and just wanting to stay in bed because of my
depression. The migraine hangovers can last a few days, so I’m not going to
fret about needing an additional rest day so soon.
I’m confident that I'll hit it hard tomorrow.
Beating one’s self up over a missed workout doesn’t
accomplish anything and is more likely to lead to more missed workouts. Life
happens. Let it go.
There’s always tomorrow.
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