I've made a bold decision. As much as the MyAsics Plan gets you fighting fit for a race, I have decided to abandon it. I realised that it was ruining my enjoyment of going for a run. Instead of the "I've got a run tomorrow!" (Happy smiling face) I found that I was beginning to dread the next "Plan" run. At first I grabbed the bull by the horns and relished looking at the Asics Plan "Dashboard" on the website. When it said "PERFECT" for all disciplines I felt like a KING!
Then I got ill. A chest infection which left me bed bound for three weeks and then a further two before I fit enough to try making my lungs work again for a run. I did 1K and nearly collapsed coughing. The next run was better. Followed by slow steady improvement over the weeks until I eventually ran my first ten miles about three weeks ago. I repeated the ten miles a week later and patted myself firmly on the back at the monumental achievement.
Then the rot started to set in. I've still got the cough, though it's not as bad as it was. However, it's still there and hits me like a baseball bat at the beginning of every run. After the second ten miler, my next "Plan" run was 5 miles. OK, no biggie. I'd done this loads of times before work so I set off one morning at 6.30am feeling tired but ready for it. The thing is......I wasn't ready for it. I was still yawning and wiping my eyes on my warm up walk, feeling totally exhausted from the running schedule I was keeping to. I did the run but came home feeling like sh**. Not the "That was a rubbish run" feeling, more the "I really really hated that and don't want to do it ever again" kind of feeling.
I took a week off. No running at all. The thought of running was a cloud on my horizon and it no longer held the "this doing me good" vibe. Instead it had been replaced with the "this is doing me bad" vibe. And it was. The weeks break was a good leveller and gave me time and distance to sort my thoughts out.
Two days ago I ran 5K. Then this morning I ran 7K. In my head they were "Dan runs" not "MyAsics Plan" runs, therefore, way more enjoyable.
"But what about your half marathon Dan?"
"What about it?"
"Well if you don't do the plan, you'll never make it"
"I might change my mind about doing it. I might just do my own thing before then and decide later on if it's what I really want to do"
"What? You're making you're own decisions? You're insane! I demand you stick to the plan that is spoiling your enjoyment of running!"
"Er.....pi$* off! My enjoyment of running is PARAMOUNT!"
I think to gain control over my running is what I need. I need to decide when, where and how far - not someone else. After all, I did what Laura told me to do for 9 weeks and she set me up with the skills to be able to do this thing. Do I really want to prove something to myself at the expense of spoiling the love? Not sure I do really. So by reaching this monumental decision I can report a certain weight lifted from my shoulders. It could just be that I'm a control freak and need to make the decisions - not some goddamn plan!!
So I'm off out again this weekend on a longer run. Not sure how long - but I can tell you this. it will NOT be ten miles!
I'm gonna save those for special occasions.
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