So I took this entire week off... There I said it. I’m guilty I did a big fat load of NOTHING this whole week, running wise. Ok that’s not entirely true. I ran about 4 miles Friday. That was different though, it wasn’t a run to run, it was run because I really really really really wanted to. Don’t get me wrong. I always want to run. Somedays, yeah, I look at the door and have to talk myself into it. Somedays I have to walk in the door from work and immediately throw on my running shorts. This way I feel like a loser if I take them off. To be honest it’s kind of a funny sight.. me in my running shorts and shirt and tie from work still.
After last weekend, I decided to treat myself. Most of my days kinda look like this...
1- wake up - am i running before work? yes - ugh.. ok.. let’s get up. Wait, how about just 5 more minutes of sleep, if I sleep 5 mins I’ll just have to run harder to get home in time. If i actually get up and run skip 2 if not continue reading
2 - Shit didn’t get up, ok ok .. not a big deal, I’ll work out a little before work. Do some planks, push ups, and some other core things, maybe a little stretching too.
3 - breakfast - depending on if I did or did not run that morning, my breakfast is lighter or heavier. Still nothing huge ever, usually just an egg or two or oatmeal.
4 - work - did I run this weekend? yes, drink tons of water.. no? drink ½ ton of water. get up as much as I can, stand up while talking to people, try to stand on my toes as much as i can, try to do some more core work by lifting my legs while seated., rub calves, feet, ITbands, thighs. Repeat. Text Nichole, plan evening run.
5 - lunch - go out and walk around after eating light lunch.
6 - repeat 4
7 - leave work - go home change, or go to place I’m going to run, shake off something stupid at work. Try to get happy. Run.
8 - go home - shower, eat dinner, if I just ran try to keep it light because it’s most likely 8 or 9 at night.
So that’s about it. What I’m getting at is, I”m always conscious of what I’m doing running wise. What I just did, or what I’m going to do. Snacks, food, everything. I’m always thinking about a run. I love it. Though sometimes it takes a toll. It feels like it’s all I think about. It’s ok, I love it, and Nichole loves it, so it’s great it’s something that we can have engulf us. I just kind of felt it was important to take this week off, and treat myself. I didn’t think about a run once. IF I wanted to at that moment. I did, if I didn’t. I decided NOT to give myself any shit over it. I ate what I wanted to (within reason of course) I had a few cookies that I normally wouldn’t have. I ate at Blimpies - I NEVER do that.
Part of me did this because I needed to take off, I planned on doing this last year after Virgil but that didn’t pan out to well. It didn’t the year before, when I attempted my first 50, either. So, now that I reached a major milestone in my running. I sat down. I stopped thinking and I basked a little in the glory of accomplishment. I also wanted to give myself a hearty “good job” and positive reinforcement. I have a knack for kicking my own ass. It works really well, in my opinion. I’ve done some pretty hard shit in my life, with little outside help. I’ve never given myself a round of applause before, I’ve always got something to say. This time, I just let it all settle.
I write this because today is the last day of it. Tonight will be a week from my finish, and tomorrow Nichole and I are heading out for a nice long run in the trail. Just going out to have some fun, no speed, no distance, just going to have some fun. So I’m done celebrating for now. That is until that belt buckle comes. I will be wearing all day the day it arrives!
After last weekend, I decided to treat myself. Most of my days kinda look like this...
1- wake up - am i running before work? yes - ugh.. ok.. let’s get up. Wait, how about just 5 more minutes of sleep, if I sleep 5 mins I’ll just have to run harder to get home in time. If i actually get up and run skip 2 if not continue reading
2 - Shit didn’t get up, ok ok .. not a big deal, I’ll work out a little before work. Do some planks, push ups, and some other core things, maybe a little stretching too.
3 - breakfast - depending on if I did or did not run that morning, my breakfast is lighter or heavier. Still nothing huge ever, usually just an egg or two or oatmeal.
4 - work - did I run this weekend? yes, drink tons of water.. no? drink ½ ton of water. get up as much as I can, stand up while talking to people, try to stand on my toes as much as i can, try to do some more core work by lifting my legs while seated., rub calves, feet, ITbands, thighs. Repeat. Text Nichole, plan evening run.
5 - lunch - go out and walk around after eating light lunch.
6 - repeat 4
7 - leave work - go home change, or go to place I’m going to run, shake off something stupid at work. Try to get happy. Run.
8 - go home - shower, eat dinner, if I just ran try to keep it light because it’s most likely 8 or 9 at night.
So that’s about it. What I’m getting at is, I”m always conscious of what I’m doing running wise. What I just did, or what I’m going to do. Snacks, food, everything. I’m always thinking about a run. I love it. Though sometimes it takes a toll. It feels like it’s all I think about. It’s ok, I love it, and Nichole loves it, so it’s great it’s something that we can have engulf us. I just kind of felt it was important to take this week off, and treat myself. I didn’t think about a run once. IF I wanted to at that moment. I did, if I didn’t. I decided NOT to give myself any shit over it. I ate what I wanted to (within reason of course) I had a few cookies that I normally wouldn’t have. I ate at Blimpies - I NEVER do that.
Part of me did this because I needed to take off, I planned on doing this last year after Virgil but that didn’t pan out to well. It didn’t the year before, when I attempted my first 50, either. So, now that I reached a major milestone in my running. I sat down. I stopped thinking and I basked a little in the glory of accomplishment. I also wanted to give myself a hearty “good job” and positive reinforcement. I have a knack for kicking my own ass. It works really well, in my opinion. I’ve done some pretty hard shit in my life, with little outside help. I’ve never given myself a round of applause before, I’ve always got something to say. This time, I just let it all settle.
I write this because today is the last day of it. Tonight will be a week from my finish, and tomorrow Nichole and I are heading out for a nice long run in the trail. Just going out to have some fun, no speed, no distance, just going to have some fun. So I’m done celebrating for now. That is until that belt buckle comes. I will be wearing all day the day it arrives!
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