Jog blogger Kaylan Wedekind
I'm a sucker for a good cliché, and I'm sure everyone has heard that March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb. I wish I could say the same for my training.
My February training schedule was intense, in a good way. It was the kind of hard work that fills you up and makes you feel like you're accomplishing something great. It was a month to be proud of. I ran two hundred miles, in the shortest month of the year; thanks Leap Day! That is the highest monthly mileage I've ever had. When I knew the score, I was happier than a pig in slop.
And then March came. And I got the "funks," the "I-don't-wanna's," the "there-is-no-way-I-am-leaving-this-couch's." Coming off of a two-hundred-mile month, I was on cloud nine. All of a sudden, I feel nothing when I lace up my Sauconys. I took Friday off, plowed through a really mentally tough ten-mile run on Saturday (I was supposed to do sixteen), and took a rest day on Sunday. I woke up Monday, saw the forecast for "light dusting," and was worried about my after-work run. But I did it anyway. And it felt great! I'm back!
What did I do? How did I get out of that funk so quickly? I took a mental break. Training is hard; running is hard. And running a marathon is more about mental strength than physical, in my humble opinion. So for two days, I did whatever I wanted to do. I took walks, watched movies, read a bunch of running blogs, baked, and wore some pretty flattering sweatpants. (I'm lying, there's no such thing as a flattering pair of sweatpants.)
My advice for those who are struggling through their training: Rest your mind. I use the same advice when I start getting antsy during the taper. Trust the taper. You've put in the hard work; you need the rest, both mentally and physically. Don't beat yourself up about it. Keep calm, and carry on. Told you I liked a good cliché.
Run swiftly, my friends.