My running mates frequently speculate as to how I fast I could run if (i) I actually applied myself and (ii) I was willing to take few training and race risks. In other words, if I followed a plan, pushed, tried.
The No Plan. I don’t really follow a program. Husband recently talked to a local running coach about me and described my “training program” as an ever changing and closely guarded secret. There is no spreadsheet. No calendar on my fridge. But it’s no secret. It doesn’t exist. If I feel I need to run fast I do some intervals. If I feel I need to go far I do a long run. If I feel weak I run some hills. If I feel tired I take it easy. I think people think I’m fibbing (or sandbagging) when they say how far are you going tonight? How hard? I just shrug and say we’ll see. I’m not being difficult, I just never know until I start. I see how it unfolds and look at the details at the end the run. I know what I’m doing when I finish.
I run 2, 3, maybe 4 times a week. I can’t even remember the last time I ran five days in one week. I can readily remember the last time I ran no days in a week. In consecutive weeks. At around 50k, my peak mileage is equivalent to many marathoner’s low mileage weeks. The No Training Marathon Training Program was not hyperbole for literary effect.
The No Push. I finish races and, to quote an oft heard statement, don’t even look like I’ve run. At the end of a marathon one should look like they’ve run. I never ever go all out. I’m not even sure I can go all out. It’s why I can’t/don’t run short distances. I don’t think I have the go all out gene. Noake’s Central Governor, with its powerful STOP voice, is particularly loud in my brain.
During the Chilly Half Marathon a friend chatted with about his new coach, a women who is a former 2.30 marathoner. This coach runs with him and pushes him, motivating him to get out of his comfort zone. As he was talking it struck me – I never leave my comfort zone, indeed I’m in that comfort zone right now, easily chatting during a race. Saying I don’t push myself is not hyperbole for literary effect.
The No Try. I am in a rut. My race times rarely change. Sure I look consistent, but truthfully I’m stuck in that damn comfort zone. I know I have untapped potential, but I’m not sure how to turn the tap on. Trying means the risk of failing and I’m not good at failing. And that’s not hyperbole for literary effect.
Title: The Flaming Lips – The Sound of Failure/It’s Dark Is It Always This Dark. 2006.