“You will never know your limits unless you push yourself to them.”
Well what happens when you actually do find a limit? Out of context my first response to this would be “You push past it!”. However, there is context. There are limits that you cannot and should not push past. (Keep reading, I hate that statement as much as you do). Our bodies are amazing things, truly they are. However, they can break. There is such a thing as too much, too soon. And I found it.
Back off? Rest? Those things do not exist in my vocabulary! I'm not going to lie, I took it pretty hard and got fairly depressed for a few days. How on earth am I supposed to do Vermont let alone HH12HR if I can't even handle what I've been doing? I need to train harder and longer, run further.
Wrong. I need to train smarter. Who knows why my body is saying no, but it is. And I need to listen if I even want to make it to the starting line of my first race this season. It took me a few days of feeling sorry for myself, but I realized I needed to STFU and find a different route to my goals. I can do a heck of a lot of training without pounding on my legs. Swimming, cycling, upper body and core work. Focusing on my nutrition would help me shed a few pounds and make running easier. There is always another way.
To keep my competitive edge (and mental sanity) I made a sticker chart for each day between now and the NJ Beast (April 18th). Each day I have 5 goals to hit, or 5 stickers to earn. They are: 7 hours of sleep, 8 cups of water, logging all my food in MFP, hitting my protein goal (110g), and doing a my scheduled workout/rest for the day. I choose these goals specifically to help me refuel my body and correct some of the OTS.
Now, as far as that limit goes. I know at some point I will be able to push past it. I will somehow be able to train harder than I was. I just hit this limit to hard and too fast to be able to break it. I think hitting a limit can be a bit humbling, but it can be motivating if you keep the right attitude.