George Sheehan wrote: Everybody has their story, I just don't want to hear it.
In college 1977-80, I trained very hard and intensely, and came up with mostly mediocre-poor results, even for DIII. The next couple of years I was doing lots of hard outdoor field work, and long hours, and didn't improve but I kept running, simply because it was there.
Went back to school in 82-83, and my fitness came back very quickly and easily. I also changed my attitude. In college running was tightly associated with my self-esteem. I gave up on that, and took the attitude just to train, race, and have fun. Running would not get in the way of other things (school, work, social life).
Through most of '83 I trained fairly hard (70-80 mpw), but only once a day (that modest mileage regime is no doubt really lame). School/work were my priorities, and I balanced running with going out with friends, going to concerts, etc. That meant I wasn't going to let the weekend's training or even a race get in the way of going out and getting crazy until the wee hours of the morning (pretty much every weekend). After college, I realized that my talent was modest at best, so why be a complete running nerd?
However, my first marathon was an eye-opener when I ran a 2:30 with about 8-9 weeks of 70-80 mpw (coming off a maintenance schedule of about 50 mpw). This gave me aspirations of maybe going for the OTs. But a 2:18:50 seemed so so fast. That summer I was faced with a choice with staying on campus and taking stats and calculus, or working in the mountains as a volunteer for the government. I chose the latter, even though the former might have been better for running (coaches and top quality runners were abundant in the area).
I basically did hard labor 40 hours a week, building log fences mostly, for $60/week living expenses. Enough for beer, gas, and food. Race entry fees were on my own. About half the time I lived in a tent, but had a great summer. I was in the best shape of my life, and my goal was to run 2:25 or 2:26 in a fall marathon, and then go back to school, find a coach and a training partners, and shoot for low 2:20s in 1984.
At the end of summer I caught giardia, became pretty sick, and decided to alter my marathon plans by running a regional race (instead of Twin Cities), and running just whatever time I could. I kept on 2:28 pace until the last few miles and ran high 2:29. Ended up with ITBS and hip bursitis from the race and my last long training run. Did not compete for nearly a year, and thus ended my marathon career.
A lot has changed since then. I still have race results from the era. In one race, a 10k with about 2000 people, something like 70 to 100 broke 34 minutes, and 25 or so were in the 31s or faster. The same race these days, with at least as many people you might get 4 or 5 in the sub 34 range. Road running has become corporate and boring.
And my story is long and boring!