Update on Heart Rate
Sooooo, after three months of trying and two solid months of not-even-cheating, I’m giving up on Maffetone heart rate training.
I’m okay with giving up on things when they’re not working out. It’s not failure. And in this instance, I’m already way happier to kick this heart rate thing to the curb! For the last three months, I’ve been concerned with wearing my heart rate monitor, staring at my heart rate monitor constantly, turning down group runs with friends, and trying to skip too much work at the gym (raising my heart rate). That doesn’t really sound like fun, does it?
I hear soooo many great stories of how heart rate training is helping other runners, and I’m definitely jealous! After all this time, I still haven’t seen a single tiny change to my pace while running at a 142 heart rate. I’ve been running around 11:30 minute miles – bored, cold and lonely.
When I got to run club on Tuesday night, I totally intended on running behind the pack again. I even sent a couple reminders back home to Gary to grab my Garmin for me. But I hadn’t seen my girlfriends in a few weeks and there was so much to catch up on! I didn’t want to fall back into silence, so I didn’t!
Today I set out for an 8 mile run, and decided to officially pull the plug – the “plug” being to leave my heart rate monitor at home. That’s it! It was such an awesomely free run. I put in headphones and music, which is something I never do, and I pranced along to music on my route! Now I can’t wait for more group running this weekend!
The whole “heart rate” story really ends there, but unfortunately, around mile 4 on today’s run, a New Hampshire van literally ran me off the road. I don’t know if it was vindictive (seemed to be on purpose) or a distracted driver, but the van seemed to aim for me entirely and I was awoken from my musical bliss. I jumped so fast, off into the brush, but kept running. I was so angry at first, but a few steps later I just burst into heaving tears. It felt like a punch to the gut.
Be careful out there, friends. Drivers are texting, drinking and maybe even looking to torment you on the roads.
And if you have any last-ditch efforts to keep me heart-rate training, better share ’em fast!