As I lolled about in bed this morning before opening my eyes for the day, I thought about this:
Sometimes in running, you need to do speed work; and sometimes, you need to rest. The same is true in life.
Sometimes you need to go out there and do a zillion and one things, and then sometimes you need to take a step back, breathe, regroup.
For a runner, a marathoner, a triathlete, or any type of athlete, these often go hand in hand.As you gear up for a race, you go harder and harder and harder; after the race, you might stop, reflect, recuperate. Get a massage. Go for wine with friends. You slow down not only in training, but in life as well. Give your body a chance to get ready for the next high-energy task at hand.
I’m in the rest mode right now. Not because I just raced. I mean, it’s been months since I’ve raced. Nearly a year! I’ve trained for a few races, but my body reminds me time and again, when training gets heated, that I’m not really cut out for this right now. For whatever reason, I need to slow down. Take a breather. Take care of myself.
I’m getting better about reading the cues: not sleeping well at night, bad headaches, muscle aches, a tendency to over-think everything. Getting as cranky as a toddler with no nap.
So I’ve taken a step back. I’ve dropped my weekly running miles and cut out the bike for a few weeks. I’ve ramped up the yoga and meditation to get my body back to where it needs to be. I’ve simply, well, stalled.
The problem is, I have always been a full force person. A go out and do it kind of girl. My biggest regret ever would be to wake up one morning and realize I hadn’t done absolutely every single thing I could do, I wanted to do. So I go out and do, do, do. I think that’s part of my love for distance running. I go, go, go until I stop.
When I was younger, I did, did, did until I collapsed, which was the only way I wound up in rest mode. Same went with running. I’d go so hard I’d overdue, then get injured, then have to take a break. Rest came because it had to, not because it was time.
I’m trying to get better about stopping before the collapse. I’m proud of myself right now for understanding I need to cut back some miles, sleep a little more, chill a little more.
I miss the craziness of training full force, though. I miss my twelve to fifteen mile bike ride on Tuesday. Miss my early morning Saturday long run. Long for the excitement a good anticipated race brings.
Taking it easy is hard. I read about people doing these great rides and runs, and though my body says no, my mind says, TAKE ME! I WANT TO GO, TOO!
Maybe it’s good to know when to slow down, but it is still unwelcome as the uncle who belches the entire ABC song at your fortieth birthday party.
What are your clues that it’s time to take a breather? And when you hear them, do you listen?







