All I wanted during the dark time (aka when I was injured) was to be able to run. Now that I'm all fixed up (well, physically) - getting myself out the door with my running sneakers has been almost impossible. I think I can count on two hands the number of runs I've done since my surgery in August. Of course I've still been active - mostly with spinning, rock climbing, and fighter fitness. It hasn't been much of a problem, because, in the near future all I've got on the schedule is a handful of 5m/k races. Except, I've signed up for the Hyannis half on February 26th, which is just under 14 weeks away.
I'm nervous that I'm going to be overwhelmed with all of my activities once I start training. Before the injury, running was my main form of exercise - and everything else was just extra. It also gets dark pretty much after lunch, so I'm going to have to make nicey nice with the dreadmill. I'm also going to have to think long and hard about how I can structure my weeks so that I can still have fun while training for (my eighth!) half marathon. Ever a type-A list maker, I think that the only way to stay sane is to plan out my workouts in advance. It will probably look something like this:
Monday: Fighter Fitness (crossfit/kickboxing type class)
Tuesday: Easy Run
Wednesday: Rock Climbing or Spinning
Thursday: Tempo Run
Saturday: Long Run
Sunday: Rock Climbing
I'm also playing around with the idea of doubling up on Sunday and maybe doing an easy run in the morning since I've found that my legs don't suffer nearly as much as my arms and shoulders do while climbing. Then, I'd have two rest days, and give myself some time to recover from the beating of climbing and fighter fitness in two consecutive days. Just to give you an idea of what fighter fitness really is -- I've almost thrown up several times. You know what's stopped me? The sign on the wall that says if you get any fluids on that mats, that you have to clean it up yourself. You know what would be more embarrassing than puking in front of an entire gym of people? Having to clean up said vomit in front of a gym full of people. So why do I do it? I guess I'm just a big ol' masochist.
How do you juggle it all while training? Do you double up on workouts? Does it make you want to die? Do you still have a social life? Do you find yourself wanting/needing to go to bed at 8pm every night or hating your life?