The deliberations grind onward: Do I ignore my body and proceed according to plan A and do a bunch of 5k and 10ks with a sprinkling of halfs, culminating in a fall marathon? Or do I move on to plan B and take some time off to heal, figure out why this high-hamstring tendon fiasco happened in the first place and how to prevent it from rearing its ugly head in the future?
You’d think this was a no-brainer. But old habits die hard. The brain has funny ways of getting ingrained by doing certain things repetitively. Like checking email, texting, the midafternoon sugar craving, running. Stop running? I’m expected to stop running? Like totally? Not indefinitely I know but still. Surely there’s another activity I could replace it with. Like cycling perhaps. I got an awesome racing bike a couple of years back when I was toying with the possibility of doing a duathlon. All good intentions aside the bike hangs in the garage, waiting.
I had every intention of replacing my run today with a cycling class. What better way to still reap the benefits of a cardio workout without further aggravating my already testy hamstrings (yes now both of them)? Plus with my 10k just 2 days away cycling would be the perfect “taper”.
Despite the overwhelming logic, like a moth to flame, I was once again off and running today as soon as I dropped off Thing 2 at preschool. The day was just too gloriously perfect. Lilacs scented the gentle breeze, the sun warmed my bare shoulders (yes sleeveless for both runs this week!). The temptation was just too much to resist. But despite the come-hither attributes of a perfect spring day, my run was labored and slow. Apparently my energy which was sapped by a chest cold earlier this week has not yet returned. I tried to make the best of it and plodded along, knowing full well that cycling was clearly the better option. But wait, there is a silver lining on this cloud: my pace was so slow that my hamstrings are feeling quite good! Perhaps I should get a fall marathon on the calendar . . .