Second week in a row of no running whatsoever! And I gotta tell you, I'm feeling great! It's a cliche, but mental burnout IS the first sign of physical burnout.
And for most of May, I just wasn't enjoying my training or racing. I was fighting new ticky-tack injuries every week. Was dreading races. Losing my cool.
But I guess that's why I insist on taking June off every year. Because I know that my mind will try to trick me into thinking I can train and race just a little bit longer ... and then maybe a little bit longer after that ... and then.... But if I force myself to stop cold turkey, then that little voice that rationalizes never taking a break is silenced.
It's funny. I went for a little morning run a couple weeks ago, and when I was done, I said, "Okay, that's it until July." And almost immediately all the aches and fatigue I'd been repressing and ignoring just exploded. It's like I got run over by a car while sitting in front of my TV set, taking off my shoes. All I could think was, "Good God, what the hell have I been doing to myself?!"
But after a week, my legs actually felt like, well, my legs again. And as of this week, I'm starting to get the first little internal urges to get back on the trails. And I figure in another week, I'll be going nuts to get back in the groove.
Okay, hope everyone's enjoying their summer training! Have a great week!