It’s an odd sensation for me to take a day off running. But to take a whole week off running is a modern day rendition of the Twilight Zone.
The alert went out days ago. It’s something of a phenomenon to witness me walking on a run let alone bailing on a run with 5 kilometres to go. But the word was out. And with it the pronouncement of being over-trained.
In a perverse way as an athlete you want to find out the episode on Saturday, plus the months of stress and insomnia, were all attributable to something more tangible like iron deficiency or adrenal insufficiency (but of course not really!).
The point is that as an athlete you want to do something to get better.
Unless of course that something to do is to do absolutely nothing.
It’s dark outside. The city streets still bereft of traffic. A cool air prevails as I sit perched at the windowsill of a local Tim Horton’s coffee shop. I am the proud possessor of one of the few remaining Roll Up The Rim cups in the entire metro area. Who knows, maybe I’ll win something. A car. A gift card. Heck I’ll take a free coffee.
But I digress. I wanted to be at speed training this morning. If only to cheer, maybe pace a few hundred metres at a time. I love my sport. And I love my time with my running crew. Yet a call from one of the crew’s leaders, herself a multi-time Ironman who has over-trained on more than one occasion, has convinced me to take the week off and recharge.
Again, I’m not hurt. I’m not sick. And for these facts I am very grateful. I can definitely run. But it’s in my best interests not to for now.
Athletes who over-train are far more vulnerable to injury and illness. To ignore what happened on Saturday, well at least to ignore it anymore than I had already poo-poo’d the other signs and symptoms of over-training these last couple of months, would be akin to playing Russian Roulette with my running season.
Maybe I’ll read a book with this extra time. Something light and whimsical. There’s also that anatomy colouring book I picked up to refresh my memory and to join in this craze of adult colouring.
One week without running.
It’ll be over before I know it.