Treading Water, Not the Mill

Today’s day started like many others, a 4am change of a poopy diaper and the slugging of 3.5 oz of milk.  I’m getting pretty good with this diaper changing business.  I’m fairly certain every diaper change is a PR.  We are transitioning away from feedings every two hours (YAHOO!) and started to recapture some lost time sleeping.  My nightly average has improved to just under six, while the Easter Holiday allowed me to snag an extra hour while William was passed around the family.  For the first time since January, I'm starting to feel as if I'm treading water and not simply trying to stay afloat.

I’m going to hold complaints on the weather in today’s post. It is what it is at this point.  All I can say is that I left some curse words on my usual route during my windy, cold ten miles on Saturday.  Ok, that’s all I’m going to say (maybe).

This post will likely be like every other—what started at 4am Tuesday may not see the submit button until tonight or tomorrow. Training is still training, but a little different.  I’m usually a data nut.  My typical training logs are littered with info about pace, heart rate, and notes of how I felt.  Take a look at my 2014 Boston Training Plan here.  The Buffalo plan is more off the cuff.  And by cuff, I mean my spreadsheet is a ghost town.  Mentally, I know where I’m at with my mileage each week, but my spreadsheet is far less complete.  In fact, I’ve been forgetting to log weeks altogether.  In comparison to past events, my Buffalo Training plan is running away from me (get it?).  I have wavering moments of freak out, as I binge on data to catch up on past weeks, only to find that I forgot to wear my watch altogether.  To most this might not seem like a huge deal, but for others like myself the loss of control yields a small amount of self-doubt.  I've definitely learned to relinquish control, which from what I told is a learned parental skill.  Loosening the reigns has certainly helped me transition from the feeling of sinking to floating.

I’ve come to terms with my training being different. I’m happy to report that I have a few 60 mile weeks under my belt and plan to max out around 65.  With under seven weeks remaining, I plan on reaching my peak mileage in the next 2-3 weeks, before bringing my mileage down—culminating in a two week taper. 

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’m beginning to transition away from my “easier” running.  The legs are feeling fairly flat, which is to be expected at this stage of the game.  Picking up to tempo or interval pace has been a small struggle.  The disconnect between my brain and legs is real.   My legs are ignoring all requests to run fast.  With the coming weeks comes faster running as paces descend from tempo to interval pace.  I’m confident my legs will come around… I mean they have in the past.  (fingers crossed)

William is certainly ready to cheer for daddy at the 2015 Buffalo Marathon!

What started as trying to keep my head above water seems to be getting easier.  I’m in a full on tread.  I’m transitioning to race mode and getting ready for some final preparations.  I’ve snagged a new pair of Nike Pegasus from Runner’s Roost, with the anticipation of breaking them in before race day. I’ve also begun to be more careful on my intake as I descend down to race weight (bye bye beer).  All in all, I feel I made it through the worst.  William is sleeping more and training has fully integrated into life (less of a chore).  I’m getting more excited every day for toeing the start line and punching a ticket to Boston 2016.

Now, if only the weather could FINALLY turn. (Dang, I almost made it without a complaint).

If you’re looking to get into a new pair of kicks prior to race day, you’ll want to think about starting the transition soon.  Here’s an article I wrote for about safely transitioning to a new pair of shoes.  Take a look.

Steve Gonser PT DPT
Physical Therapist

First time Dad, Husband, Physical Therapist at Buffalo Rehab Group, Boston Qualifier, Ironman, and founder of Join me as I balance training, work, and family on my journey to the start line (and hopefully a PR).