There are two times in the Hanson training cycle that brings me to my knees. One is about half way through…when you realize, holy shit I have a lot more miles to run. Just as soon as you get through that, and you continue to ramp up the voluminous miles week after week, you sort of accept that you are just. Running. A lot. You do your life, but you do the miles…over and over again. It’s really not a problem…because you know you have to do them.
The second time, and I recognize this…is right before the steep taper that is Hanson. Short and sweet. Less miles but you are still running 6 days a week, right up until that last week. It’s weird, because you’d think you’d go a little crazy DURING taper. But, in this plan, it’s right before taper…when you can barely make one. more. training. run.
Take this week and compare it to last week. Last week, my tempo 10 miler in the rain in Clovis, was perfect. Spot on Marathon Pace. Wednesday, I did 16 miles. I was tired…after running 10, 6, 6, and then 16. I recognize this, because the whole goal of Hanson is to have you run on tired legs. Yes. Always. On tired legs. So, that 16 on Wednesday, I finally remembered it was like running on 22 miles of work. It was hard, but I did it. Mightily.
After a rest day…truly 48 hours of nothing, I was ready to go. This Sunday’s tempo slayed me. Every mile was hard. It was sunny and windy, and I erroneously thought if I went after noon in the chill, it might be easier. Not so much. The wind was like, a 30 miles an hour wind. And, every corner I turned, I was running into the wind. It was almost as if the gods moved the wind right into me just the moment I turned.
That ten miler was hard. Yesterday’s 5 miler was hard. FIVE? Really? Today’s 8 was hard. It’s all hard right now. I have the rest of this week to look forward to. 10, 5, 6…and then rest.
Three weeks away, and what a normal taper looks like is not so much these days.
I remember it well.