Losing Motivation

I think it's safe to say I'm losing motivation. Since Monday, it has been like the movie Groundhog Day: wake up, eat, run, work, (class), eat, sleep (by 8:30 or 9), wake up and do it again. This is really the nitty gritty of training. It's not glamorous, no matter how you try to spin it. I'm not sure if I've been fighting a cold this week, you know the yucky throat feeling, extreme fatigue and nausea, or if the later sunrise is having it's effect on me. But this has definitely made it more difficult to wake up and get going. I also think I didn't get adequate rest after Saturday's really long run. Lesson learned; I need to do less on those long run days, or do less in general.

Paul, my running coach, posted a funny picture today and I thought I would share it with you. This may or may not depict how I feel at the moment. Obviously the mileage would be a lot less than this, but you get the picture :)

I'm hoping that race day makes me feel as if I knew I had become too tough to kill. Right now I'm not sure that I feel that way. Right now I just feel really smushed down. Physically I'm doing okay. I make sure to really take advantage of those rest days and essentially I've avoided serious cross-training, mostly for lack of time, to really rest. But mentally- yikes. I guess the challenge of fitting in this high mileage training is preparing me for the mental challenges I'll face on race day. Or at least let's hope.

In any matter, I'm so happy it's Thursday evening. That means my weekday running is complete (it took me 4 days instead of 3 to get it all in), class is over for the week, tomorrow is Friday and I can get a date with the couch tomorrow night. Saturday's run will 'only' be 16 miles. As always I look forward to seeing my group and having company on those long runs.