Ultra training and not being (so) dumb.

Today was my first DNS of the year.  After yesterday’s 15 miler (which included a few stops for stretching since my left calf was seizing up), I got home, stretched, foam rolled, and massaged my sore limb, hoping that it would loosen up througout the day.

It did not.  I woke up this morning to a crazy painful lower leg, and despite some futile (and desperate) stretches and a stint on the foam roller, my ‘test jog’ across my living room floor pretty much confirmed it: I would not be running the Forfar multi-terrain half marathon today.

As little as one year ago, I might have thrown caution to the wind, and taken Ronnie up on his offer of a lift, grimacing my way through the 13.1 miles despite sharp, painful protests from my body.  In fact, I did.  But with my first ultra a mere 6 weeks away (well, shit), I have become somewhat sensible, and decided to take a bit of time to allow my calf to rest up and heal (as it has been feeling particularly tight all week).  I don’t even know myself anymore.

Apart from a couple of minor setbacks, like today, my training has been going reasonably well.  Launching into ultra training on the back of a marathon has afforded me a few easier weeks (with 14-ish mile long runs), but the distances are starting to ramp up again.  Last weekend, for example, was a 24 mile run from Aberdeen to Stonehaven over Elsick Mounth, a run I ran from Stonehaven to Aberdeen last summer with Ronnie.  It was a lot warmer (and sunnier) that time:

Looking down upon Aberdeenshire - summer 2013

Looking down upon Aberdeenshire – summer 2013

Sadly, we are elbow deep in winter, and rain and strong winds were regular features of our jaunt last weekend.  Still, some good ‘hill training’ at the end, judging by the elevation profile:

ABZ-STNNext weekend is another 24 miles, but hillier, and expected to take the best part of the day.  I’m looking forward to it, but I hope (so hard) that we don’t get snow/sleet/storms/gusts/etc., because that will inflict my inevitable bitching on the group of people I’ll be running with, and I don’t want an experience with ‘grumpy-at-the-weather-Rachel’ to be their initial impression of my character.  I even dislike myself when I’m angry at the weather.