On Saturday the bug got me. Bad. My alarm was set for 4:30 a.m. and I planned on being on the trainer by 5:00 a.m. for a 90 minute ride, which included five 10 minute intervals just below threshold followed by a short, but snappy 10 minute brick run. So when I awoke at 3:15 a.m. with unspeakable pain in my stomach and a splitting headache I knew that as I raced to the bathroom that would be the only running I’d be doing that day.
I forced the issue, despite knowing how best to handle a recovery week following a long, arduous event. I disobeyed one of the cardinal rules of endurance, and life in general: Patience.
Consistency will lead to improvement, but patience will yield the best results. Here’s how the week post-31 miler should have played out.