I tend to get wrapped up in things. I immerse myself and push too hard.
Sometimes, it’s a good thing. Sometimes, not so much.
At the moment, I’m having a hard time giving myself permission to rest. In some ways, I don’t think I’ve worked hard enough to have earned downtime. My longest run has been under four miles, and while that’s impressive for me, considering I built up from zero miles, it’s just not a real “rest” situation in my head.
My body and my brain often have different ideas.
Like this morning? I figured that I gave myself enough of a break with some Yoga Meltdown in the morning and a nice 6.27 mile walk with my girlfriends at night. I thought that would have been sufficient to loosen up my calves (which were tight from Monday’s race), and get me back in the swing of training. I set my alarm and woke up on time, but my left heel and right ankle were twinge-y.
Not painful. Not sore. Just off.
In my head, I’m a wuss for not pushing through it. I feel like if I got out of bed and laced up, I would have been ok. But then, I wonder, what if it’s something to treat carefully? What if pushing through caused something to pop or snap or (gulp) break?
On the other hand, I wake up achey sometimes. I’m not the springiest of spring chickens. If I put off my training every time I felt a little stiff or sore, I would never get out there.
I have been so inspired by so many amazing athletes over the past months, and I feel it’s almost insulting for someone like me, a rookie for all intents and purposes, to back down from a challenge because of discomfort. But, at the same time, it would be even worse to injure myself over a case of the stubborns.
Honestly, I don’t feel great about my choice to stay in this morning, and I plan on going out for another really long walk to make up for it. I feel more like a lazy lump than a runner making a sound decision in my own best interests. Also, Mr PugRunner wants a redemption race (and I want to tag along), so I feel like I squandered a training day. I worry (irrationally) that too many days between runs will end with my body forgetting what I’ve worked so hard to teach it.
I was on such a high after Monday’s race, and now I feel momentum slipping away. It’s frustrating, but it sounds like a necessary evil in this running world.
How do you feel about rest days?
At what point of discomfort do you give yourself permission to take a break?