Are those miles calling me?
And even me... my best races follow a period of high mileage. And all of my injuries follow a period of high mileage. It's the risk / reward dilemma. Or more specifically, a telling display of a lack of prudent training when prudence is needed. But... what's a learning curve for? Specifically, my 2nd place 1:26 half on the horrid hills of the Fundy National Park was following 3 weeks of 100 miles. My (relatively) easy 3:14:xx at Cape Cod was following 3 weeks of 80+ mile weeks. '05 Holyoke Marathon, '04 MDI marathon - high mileage training. Even when I was a kid, my division races (small schools) were run with high mileage (back then it was 7 miles one day, 3 the next with 10 milers on weekends). No speed, just miles.
Not saying it's the best method, but there is something about the endorphins, the shaky light feeling that lasts all day after putting in 18 miles before breakfast. Or maybe the short stuff is too hard??? I know what a bonk is. I can handle it. One day the mosquitoes almost carried me off as I collapsed just beyond the airstrip at the airport - I couldn't go one. step.further. After providing a feast for the buzzing pests, I stumbled home. This I can handle. I know what's happening.
But doubling over retching because I ran a 300m interval too fast... what is that?? Fear. And to top it all off, you bust your guts and log 2.4 miles at the end of all. Rot. The same for hills.
Whenever I read Lydiard's lectures on training, I always skip over the anaerobic sections and just read the 'marathon conditioning' phase. Of course, there's never anything new there. Just run for as long as you can. So I feebly turn the pages to read about hills and speed. It's not so bad reading about it. It's all sanitized for consumption. Stuff about pH levels, running until your tired, recovering from the workouts etc. I think a warning should be printed about how one feels when lactic acid builds. In a word, not good.
To get to my point, I am happily sitting here thinking that I need some miles. But it is still all a dream as I work through my malady. It won't be long. I'll be out doing the 20 milers with Team Boyden. It looks like the crew hasn't met up since May. Each one's schedule has taken off in separate directions. Once I'm back to the long run I'll call an early Sunday morning meeting. Nothing makes the miles slide on by like friends.
Speaking of friends. I finally saw Eric running by the house tonight. He's doing doubles as well in order to squeeze in the miles. Now that I'm wandering about Eastport in the morning hours again, perhaps I'll run into him again. And there's another soul running about town. I spied him the other day as I took off for work. We'll dig into this matter and find out who he is and of course lure him into running Sunday morning 20 milers.
So those are my thoughts for tonight. I'll close with this recommendation: get a motorcycle. After a hard day's work, a 45 minute cruise back to the house is just what the doctor ordered.