Running is energizing and exciting and fun…oh, and sometimes it’s fucking exhausting. Four 40-mile weeks in a row left me burned out, cranky and achy on a Monday morning. At first I thought, I will push through this. Two minutes later, I thought, nah, I’m gonna be lazy for a while. It was not a hard decision.
Rest weeks are part of marathon training so any guilt I may have felt was quite short lived. Still, a few mornings later a few lovely cool mornings rolled around, and I had to fight the urge not to start running immediately. Luckily Coco was there to talk me down.