Kate O’Neill: Impatience and Inspiration June 29
I am sitting on my living room couch and feeling impatient. For the past four days, I have been watching NBC’s coverage of track nationals and wishing that I was there. Not watching. (Although watching races in Track Town USA is a pretty unique experience.) Instead, I wanted to be there as a competitor… in my Team Strands uniform… standing on the start line… poised to react to the sound of the starting gun… feeling fit and strong… with my competitive instincts alert and prepared to go…. Since the London Marathon last April, my fitness has returned, my mileage is back up, and I have been running three workouts per week. I’m proud of the progress, but my speed was not quite where I wanted it to be for a 10k on the track. I knew that I needed a few more weeks to sharpen up before racing again, so I decided to postpone racing until July.
Earlier today I had felt tired, but pleased with my long run (one hour and forty five minutes total). I met up with Stanford star Teresa McWalters. For the last half hour of the run, we did one-minute pick-ups. We had begun early in the morning to avoid the heat, but by the time we started the fartleks, the temperature was already in the low 90s. When we finally finished the run, I felt exhausted. I drained my bottle of Peachy Keen Cytomax within 30 seconds. Every inch of my skin felt like it was covered with a thick, slimy layer of sweat. I was satisfied because knew I had put my maximum effort into the workout.
That feeling of satisfaction has been replaced with a new sense of energy and urgency. I still know, without a doubt, that I ran my heart out, but my legs no longer register the fatigue from this morning’s effort. In fact, I’m fighting a temptation to lace up my shoes and go for a second run. My head knows this would be a terrible idea, but my heart is inspired to test my legs again. I’ll do the smart thing and listen to my head. (Plus, I couldn’t go for another run if I tried. I’m starting to realize that I really am tired… too tired to even get up for a glass of water… but I’m really thirsty… I’m hoping that if I yell loud enough, my boyfriend will hear me and bring me glass so that I don’t have to use any of my own limited energy… he hasn’t heard me yet, would it be obnoxious to call him on his cell phone even though he is just in the other room?)
Rather than going for another run, I’m looking with enthusiasm at my upcoming week of workouts. I’m imagining hitting my goal times with ease; improving on my workouts of the previous week; growing stronger and stronger; and arriving closer and closer to my first race of the summer.
Monday AM 10 miles, first 7 with Melissa, 1:17:48 tot. 10