I wasn’t really sure what “over-training” meant. I thought it had to involve an injury of some sort, something like a repetitive injury, or at the very least extreme physical fatigue. I’ll tell what I’ve learned training for my upcoming race – I have definitely over-trained. But I am not injured and I am not extremely physically fatigued. I have over-trained to the point of severe MENTAL fatigue.
For a long time now, the mental battle with running extreme courses has always been the toughest for me. And with this recent training, I have become so mentally tired that my confidence plummeted, my negative self-talk reared it’s ugly head. I also began overly fretting over this upcoming race. (Wait, I’m more than overly fretting. I’m freaking-out.) I have had no desire to run since my Palm Sunday run, and as such, I haven’t. That just isn’t me. I did a some upper body work-outs (not much), some floor exercises (again not much). I even packed for a run and never went.
Today, I pretty much just forced myself to the trails. I told myself, “You’re no longer training. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE FUN. Play girl. Go play!”
And that is just what I did. The run didn’t start out fun. It started out tiring, like my brain simply said, “No, no, no, not again!” But when I stopped for a quick picture at my regular photo-op – Meadows Trail – I suddenly began to let loose. I looked forward to running up Meadows for fun. No repeats. No trying to beat a clock. Just for fun. I’m not saying that the run up Meadows wasn’t difficult. It was stress-free. I actually stopped twice to look around and take in the beauty.