As triathlon season winds down, marathon training starts up for many of us.
There is nothing like the shock I get reading Runningtimes or Runnersworld or Letsrun.com pieces about someone busting out his or her extraordinarily insane 120 mile running week.
I’m reading these hardcore running logs, and you know I’m just glad I just ran 7 miles yesterday and 4 that next afternoon.
Here’s a piece about Deena Kastor’s milage, and Meb Kaflughingadfasdf’s training (whatever his name is)? And it turns out that on Tuesday, Deena did 16 easy (on 5:52 per mile, hahaha!). That was just at lunch. Then later on in the afternoon, after a nice healthy lunch of salmon and veggies, she blazed down 15 miles of hills, high intensity, probably so high up your ears pop when you drive up them in a car. That’s 31 miles on Monday!
That beats my week right there: 31! And she did it all on a mere Monday! Also, it was probably nothing to her, like us doing 2 push ups right now.
Forget for a minute the primadonnas. How about the average joe logging 120 miles of running a week. In fact, I’ve read people saying they ran 200 miles in one week!
You’d almost have to run 3 times a day, and not work. It would seem to me everything would have to work in your life AROUND running—to run 120 miles a week. For 200 a week, let’s don’t go there.
You wake up. Run. Lunch. Run. Late afternoon: run. You just might be running MORE during the day than you are NOT RUNNING. Think about that for a minute. At any moment during your day, if someone just threw darts on your daily time clock, the odds are it would land on an hour in which you are out running down some forlorn street or road.
I’m just trying to figure out how someone runs 120 miles a week without A: getting divorced, B: getting fired, and C: looking like a skeletor; plus, there’s that injury thing. Also, heavy toll on the washing machine. Heavy toll. Would you have enough time during the 120 mile week to even wash your shit intelligently or do you just let the shorts and socks and shirt just amass into a stinkpile. You’ve got three pairs of shorts going into the washer every day, plus socks and shirts, possibly. I would think “folding clothes” goes right out the door, what with the time crunch. You just wash the stuff and let it “pile” and grab from the pile.
My guess is you get up at 4, go run 12 miles. Come home. Probably late for work. Get to work, probably cramp up until 10:30. Jet out for a long lunch run of 8-15 miles. Back to work at 1:30. Come home. Crash. Then maybe some speed work. Back home for a nice salad with dried apricots.
Every single freaking day that week, plus the long run of 20 on Sunday.
Amazing…