@Mitchy1nge
hi alex, [sycophantically] excited to see you here! I was enjoying your book last year until I lost it somewhere, annoyingly had just got up to the bit where you fell over during the London marathon and hurt your knee - will never know how severe the injury was, if you finished, what your time was and so on unless I get another copy. Maybe will download it before Thursday. But thanks to you I did learn not to bother experimenting with any more (under) pants while running. Yay.
Anyway my question is: Am 13 weeks away from my first full marathon (Edinburgh), was running quite well until an overuse type calf strain crept up on me in December. Am back on schedule with my training plan, having physio and cross-training - all of which in theory should see me as physically well prepared as any average ex-chain-smoking first timer. The problem is I'm increasingly terrified of the distance, I even have dreams where I'm not allowed to stop running over all sorts of impossible terrain. I set off for a long slow run and Garmin tells me I'm running at 95% maximum heart rate, not because I'm working hard but because I'm so anxious about it all. I'm pretty sure I do love running really and do actually want to do the marathon, in fact have a charity place for Berlin in September. Am I becoming phobic or is this a normal way to feel, or at least within the normal range of anxieties, do you think? Or is it A Sign that I am simply not supposed to run that far? Like Icarus, only I will end up pooing myself or aspirating on energy gel vomit or something.
Withdrawing is not really an option unless my leg completely falls off so am hoping and will be very grateful for any reassuring words you can offer. Thanks.
Hello! Did you find out the end to the marathon story...??
Anyway, GOOD LUCK with Edinburgh.. I too am a once-injured ex smoker, and I seem to have managed okayish(spoiler). However, I too have had your irrational terror of distance. I literally used to do my long runs with a plan in my head for if I just lay down by the side of the road and started to die. I was convinced that going any further than I had ever done before would be the end for me. Each time, I would panic and have to feel myself lower my heart rate by running round Regents Park muttering 'still fine, still fine, still fine'.
One thing that really helped me was when I realised that fearing tiredness or the odd bit of pain was inappropriate. That's EXACTLY what your body should be doing. Imagine the terrific malfunctions your heart and lungs and legs would be undergoing if you just kept running ... and running... and never felt tired or a bit sore. The soreness on eg the balls of your feet or sides of your knees is from repeated movement. You're tired because your heart and lungs are pumping oxygen around your body, literally having to filter more air than ever before. Imagine if you had not signs of this, bits would start to drop off, you'd end up in Finland with no passport, disaster all round.
Running far IS scary, that's why you get to have people cheer you and sponsor you and you get a medal. But tiredness and all the other bits are ALL GOOD and there for a reason! xxxx