The Vermont Indecision
|May 25, 2012||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
The last three and a half weeks have been a little wild.
First, there was Eugene.
And then there was my first 50k.
And in between there was a whole lot of life chaos, highs, lows, and everything in between. I’ve had a busy week at work, a social schedule that’s been keeping me out past my bedtime, and an apartment that is still begging to be properly moved into (apparently plastic bins of denim and button up shirts don’t scream “settled”, I should probably just come to terms with the fact that I don’t wear real clothes ever and put them all in storage).
I could really use a weekend at home to deal with life and just chill out and I actually contemplated skipping the whole trip to Vermont and gifting myself the free long weekend that I’m craving. And if I’d been going anywhere other than Vermont, I might have actually acted on that urge. But it’s Vermont. And if any place in the world can cure a few stresses and make me feel calm again, it’s the Green Mountain State.
Lakes, mountains, friends who will walk around Vermont’s biggest (slash only) city with my name plastered across their chests. What’s not to love?
I plan to spend the weekend in a whirlwind of my favorite local craft brews, good eats, and all of the best friends I made in my 25 years in the state.
Once I’d decided not to foolishly cancel my flight home, I was left with another big decision to make.
And if you’re looking for the actual decision, come back later, like maybe around 7am on Sunday morning.
My recovery from Sunday’s ultra is actually going extremely well. I spent the early part of the week easy swimming/spinning and pilatesing and waited until Wednesday to try my first post-ultra run.
3 super easy miles.
The only thing that really bothered me was a tight right quad that’s still a little angry from some slanted roads in the early miles of Eugene’s course.
And yesterday I went out for a 5 mile jaunt with my lunchtime running partner, who was also coming off of a big race weekend, and things felt almost normal.
I’ve graduated from issuing death threats to my foam roller, to whispering sweet nothings to it as it does its thing with my quads, hips and glutes.
In an ideal world, I’ll still run the full marathon on Sunday. Slowly.
This is my absolute favorite race in the world and the idea of missing out on the 26.2 mile party through the streets of Burlington hurts me a little.
But, I’m also prepared to not start the race at all or DNF. I’ve got big plans for the coming months, BIG PLANS, and I don’t want to blow them all on a race that is a just for fun kind of run.
But, I would love to feel recovered enough to run the entire course with my brother and mother, who will be toeing the line as a two person relay, each one doing 13.1 miles of the course.
Jameson wants to PR his half, which means breaking a buck fitty and reaching the mid-point at 1:49.
And my sweaty mother expects to run somewhere between 2:05-2:10+.
If I can keep up with my speedy brother, I would love to help pace him to a PR and then finish at my mother’s slightly more manageable pace.
Three years ago, I was trying to break 4 hours in the marathon for the first time at VCM.
My mother and brother were also splitting the relay that year and had their own goal for the race: to beat me.
This year, we all hope we tie.
Stay tuned, marathon decision coming to a Vermont city near you.