Is my middle name.
Patience.....Is definitely NOT a virtue of mine...and as a runner this winter has tested every ounce of patience I have....which I think is a total of .00056 ounces......is that even an amount of ounces? Good thing I'm certified to educate the youth of this country...................................
So as I sit here on SNOW DAY NUMBER 42,968 I am having a mini freak out...And since I've been completely honest with everything I've ever posted here I'll share my exact thoughts.
1. Should I lose more weight? I mean the scale has been stuck between 163 and 165 for 2 months...............Do people look at me and think I should be smaller?
2. How the hell am I going to run 15.5 miles in 2 months? Thanks to this shit storm of a winter my long runs are only 6 miles....I should be around 10 miles right now.
3. WHY THE HELL did I eat virtually NOTHING all weekend and drink ALL THE FREAKING BEER?
So what do you do when you're having a mini freak out? Call your best running friend and have her talk you off your cliff. After a 20 minute conversation with said friend AND some reflection on my part I've figured out the answers to my freak out questions. Here you go...
1. Should I lose more weight: WHO THE EFF CARES?!? I had to remind myself how far my body has come and like I've always said...THIS IS NOT ABOUT THE SCALE but about how my quality of life has changed...I have an incredible amount of self worth that I've never had before. The scale going down is a side effect of all the badassery I'm completing on a daily basis...the badassery is my focus...not the scale.
2. How the hell am I going to run 15.5 miles in 2 months. I'm going to put one foot in front of the other and Just.Keep.Going because there is no feeling better than crossing that finish line. I haven't been running very much but I forget what I HAVE been doing....spinning, bootcamps, swimming, at home body weight workouts...and when I really think about it I am already much more ready for this 25k than I was for my first 1/2 marathon. I'm stronger, faster, and (even though I'm mid freak out) mentally tougher.
3. WHY THE HELL did I eat virtually NOTHING all weekend and drink ALL THE FREAKING BEER? Because there's not many times in my life where I'm in our home town with both sets of grandparents to watch the kids AND it's during the weekend of a Celtic Pub Crawl. So yeah....I should drink all the beer....But I should have ate food...................................Rookie mistake.
I also managed a 9:30/min mile 5k that morning on nothing more than a donut and half a cup of coffee.
So there you go....I'm not perfect...I freak out about things that I KNOW are completely crazy...but apparently when you're stuck in your house for the millionth time this winter the voices start talking.......................................................Usually when I start to doubt myself I go for a run and challenge myself to do something I didn't think I could then I come back and feel bullet proof all over again. Today I'm going to do the next best thing and go shovel the 8 inches of new snow that resides in our gigantic driveway. This is where the patience comes in. It's going to be sunny and 45 on Friday...........................must.survive.till.friday.
Left: 3 weeks before baby number 2 was born
Right: 3 days after drinking ALL THE BEER
Just.Keep.Going
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