Not only am I not flexible physically (I cannot even come close to touching my toes), but I’m also pretty inflexible when it comes to my running schedule. I want to do my runs exactly as planned on the days I planned them no matter what.
What’s that you say? There’s a hurricane coming? I love running in the rain! I’ll go before it gets scary.
It’s 10 degrees? No worries! I have tons of layers and I don’t even like feeling my toes that much anyways.
You need me to work early? Sure, I’ll just get up at 4am to run first, no biggie!
These are things I have totally done to get a run in on schedule.
I don’t have kids so I’ve been able to get away with this rigidity pretty well for the last 3 years. In some ways this is a good thing. I don’t skip runs because I don’t give myself a choice. If it’s on the schedule it’s happening. There’s no putting it off. Partially driven by fear and partially by a certain personality type (I believe it’s called obnoxious), this has worked for me.
Training for my 4th marathon, all this went out the window. Travel, weddings, heat and covering late football games have turned my strict and inflexible schedule upside down (don’t worry, still can’t touch my toes so I’ve got that).
My long runs, ALWAYS on Saturdays, have been done on Fridays and Sundays so far this cycle. Cross training, always lap swimming and always on Fridays has been kayaking and walking on totally different days. I straight up skipped a run once. Just didn’t do it, so I could get breakfast with a friend. (I had french toast and sausage and it was delicious and I’d do it again in a heartbeat). It’s madness!!!
Will this destroy my marathon? Well I haven’t done it yet so I’ll let you know but I kind of don’t think so. I think I might just be confident enough now that I don’t think changing things up a little will ruin my life. Training for a marathon is a huge time suck. As much as I would love to have it be my full-time job I am not fast enough for anyone to pay me to run. Life is not always nice and neat and it doesn’t always make room for my running schedule. Sometimes I just have to force it in there wherever there’s an open space and sometimes, I just have to let it go and eat french toast.