I almost puked on my run yesterday.
For the record, I did not puke.
Let that be known.
But I almost did.
I had a little over a minute left in the run and I started to notice my throat tightening and stomach clenching.
My immediate reaction was to laugh.
What was happening?
I was running harder than I had planned to.
That’s for sure.
(More dry heaving.)
But, was I running hard enough to puke?
I guess I was.
(Another heave…this one was accompanied by a full body wave.)
Because I was experiencing what can only be described as a dress rehearsal for vomiting.
I passed another runner.
(That’s right. I PASSED somebody while this was happening. A feather in my sweaty running hat.)
I must admit I was pretty damn proud of myself.
The time on my watch wouldn’t have impressed an earlier version of me.
But the effort would have.
And somewhere deep inside of me that younger, braver, less serious ME said…
“good for you, Coach. Don’t be afraid of where you are. You’ve been here before and there is still a place here for you now.”
I didn’t start the run planning on reaching that far into the well.
But I ended it knowing that my well is still deep.
And I can go back to that place if I want to…that place where I can puke with a smile on my face.
Now 1.5 weeks post San Diego 100. I have exactly 4-months to prep for the next race. Spending the evening putting together my training plan and periodization.
Every race / runner is different. So why would you train the same way? Anyone can download a plan online. It takes a good coach to help develop a plan that is right for you.