I took a day off from work today. I also took a day off from working out. No running. No biking. No swimming. No core exercises. (OK, I mowed the lawn late this afternoon, but I don't think that qualifies as cross-training in most fitness freaks' books.)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Funny thing is, I didn't plan it this way.
I woke up a little after 6 dying to go for a run, but my wife had already left the house and I decided to spend some time with our 8-year-old instead of leaving her staring like a zombie at Nickelodeon for 45 minutes to an hour.
Anyway, I thought maybe I'd squeeze in some core work after I dropped her off at summer camp and before a 10 o'clock tour of Levine Children's Hospital (led by the good folks behind the Hopebuilders 5K). But I opted to vacuum the house -- since it needed to be done at some point before I had to go to the airport to grab my mother-in-law, who's in town till Sunday.
So next I set my sights on trying to do an hourlong ride/run combo after the tour and before the airport pickup.
Well, that didn't happen because 1) the conversation with the Levine people was interesting enough that I wound up staying half an hour longer than I'd planned, and 2) I remembered I needed to swing over and buy some swim shorts at REI for a pool workout Thursday morning.
I could go on, but basically, once I picked up my wife's mom at 1:30 ... any practical opportunity to get in a workout of any kind went out the window.
So this turned out to be an involuntary day of rest, a day on which I was held from running against my will.
Like so many other athletes I've met since I started running last September, I've become incredibly driven to push myself, to go faster, to be stronger, to run further. And like so many other athletes I know, I find it difficult to take a day off -- to take a true day of rest.
I've read all the books. I know that recovery is an important part of training plans. I know that muscle needs to rebuild itself to become stronger. I know, I know, I know. But that doesn't mean it's not killing me to be sitting here and blogging right now instead of pounding the asphalt on an after-dark run.
What's your philosophy on rest days? A crucial and welcome part of your regimen? An agonizing formality? Or do you sometimes/usually skip them -- because, well, you just not very good at sitting still -- ?
Posted by Theoden Janes at 9:20 PM