This is a question I keep coming back to, particularly before long runs. But, let’s back up for a moment.
Training is going as well as could be expected. Instead of providing a weekly breakdown of what I’m doing on a daily basis (you can just look at Hal Higdon’s Intermediate 1 plan for that) I am just going to check in and from time to time touch upon something that went particularly good or bad. Let’s use this as a learning experience.
GOOD: For the past two weeks since my last post I have been able to hit my MGP runs at or below my intended pace on race day (9:15). I have frequently been coming in within the 9:00-9:05 range because it has been comfortable. Yes, I should probably go to the local high school track to figure out exactly what my pace is, but I don’t want to be tied down to the numbers. Provided I don’t fall in the street coming in under 5 hours would be a winning situation for Philly. I’m confident I can do that.
BAD: If you follow me on Twitter, you would have seen that I posted this pic yesterday:
Bad, very very bad. Funny thing is, I really did not notice this messy situation until I got home. No, it’s not ketchup and it’s not makeup. This is a case of chafing gone horribly wrong during my 11-miler (does it ever go right?). Without getting too personal, while I love Moving Comfort sports bras, I simply cannot wear them on long runs because of this cleavage chafing business. I will have to revert back to wearing my cheaper Champion bras from Target which I very much like but that don’t have padding – necessary for, ahem, colder weather conditions.
So, back to the title of this post. I get nervous prior to heading out for a run, especially if it’s a longer distance. I will procrastinate, think about everything I need to bring, contemplate all the “what ifs” (what if I get attacked by a mean, nasty fisher with shark like teeth? I swear I saw one in the road a few weeks ago.), and ponder the “how do I’s?” (how do I get home if I can’t make it through a run?) It is all consuming sometimes – until I get out there and just start running. Then it doesn’t seem as bad.
While there has never been a time that I needed to be picked up because I couldn’t make it home (and I have yet to be attacked by some small wolfy cat creature), yesterday’s run came pretty close. Aside from the boob carnage, I had some pretty terrible cramping at about mile 7 causing me to stop frequently to help alleviate the pain. It was a side stitch and normally I can overcome those but just couldn’t shake this one and it became progressively worse. I was properly hydrated and my breathing was good so I don’t know what I could’ve done to prevent it. All I knew is that I needed to get home ASAP.
Do you get nervous before a run? Did you run long this weekend? Ever had a chafing spectacle you care to share?