It's almost Christmas. I'm bursting at the seams. To see my Mom and family. To sleep in and be home with Thomas. To eat food. For a break from work.... I'm burned out. I feel like I'm standing at the edge of a big vacation canyon, with my toesies curled over the edge, ready to jump.
I'm still running. Mostly hating it. I ran ten (10!!!) miles on Saturday, and that was a big deal. But to be completely honest, I'm kind of over it. But I'm waaayyy too invested at this point to quit. I've spent so much time and money and energy on running, thinking about running, learning about running, planning life around running.... I have to see this through. And I want to, in some ways. I absolutely love the feeling/rush/high (whatever you want to call it) that I get around mile 5 or 6 -- I'm running, no pain, feeling good, in the groove.... But the 4 miles it takes to get there and the recovery afterward is getting to be tiresome. I've developed some minor (for now) but painful IT Band issues, so I'm currently formulating a plan to deal with that. Planning to dominate it, obviously.
Obligatory running mention done. Back to Christmas.
This Christmas will be one-of-a-kind. First Christmas without my Dad. Last Christmas before some major changes for Thomas and I that I can't talk about yet, for fear that my speaking aloud of it will ruin everything.
Sentimental.
Nervous.
Expectant (but not expecting, don't get excited).
Hopeful.
Ready for the next thing/phase/adventure.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Niner.
I did 9 miles this morning.
I say "did" because I admit, I walked a bit. I blame the two glasses (over the course of 4 hours) of wine out of a box I drank last night that gave me an all-nighter headache complete with weird back-of-eyeball pain, even though I drank a ton of water and got a full night of sleep. Note to self: don't drink wine out of a box any more, it can't be trusted.
The farther I get in my training, the more I'm trying to run all of my runs, with no walking. Because as Hal Higdon (marathon book author) says (paraphrased), "it's more satisfying to say that you've run a marathon instead of done a marathon." So I'm trying.
These recent runs are getting so very long. And boring. It's not even poetic or fun or inspirational any more, it's just like, okay, let's crank this out so I can come home and watch a Downton Abbey and eat Christmas cookies.
But I'm still running. Not getting hit by cars. Working through hip pain and apathy and lack of motivation and nausea (Jelly Belly's "Sport Beans" were a bad time). I have pepper spray now.
I guess those are all the updates. I'm feeling a little blah about the whole thing right now, to be honest. A bright spot is that I'm going to start using my new shoes this week. Hey-ooooo!
I say "did" because I admit, I walked a bit. I blame the two glasses (over the course of 4 hours) of wine out of a box I drank last night that gave me an all-nighter headache complete with weird back-of-eyeball pain, even though I drank a ton of water and got a full night of sleep. Note to self: don't drink wine out of a box any more, it can't be trusted.
The farther I get in my training, the more I'm trying to run all of my runs, with no walking. Because as Hal Higdon (marathon book author) says (paraphrased), "it's more satisfying to say that you've run a marathon instead of done a marathon." So I'm trying.
These recent runs are getting so very long. And boring. It's not even poetic or fun or inspirational any more, it's just like, okay, let's crank this out so I can come home and watch a Downton Abbey and eat Christmas cookies.
But I'm still running. Not getting hit by cars. Working through hip pain and apathy and lack of motivation and nausea (Jelly Belly's "Sport Beans" were a bad time). I have pepper spray now.
I guess those are all the updates. I'm feeling a little blah about the whole thing right now, to be honest. A bright spot is that I'm going to start using my new shoes this week. Hey-ooooo!
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