The past two mornings, I’ve had a hard time getting going. I’m tired, which isn’t surprising given I ran a half marathon a week ago. I spent yesterday lolling in bed until noon, catching up on blog reading. I would’ve done the same this morning, but our neighbor called the house and I decided I needed to get back on a normal-ish schedule. We’re home for two weeks until we go to my mother-in-law’s for Thanksgiving. That’s a long stretch compared to the past 6 months.
It’s been challenging staying on the training track while our lives have been so abnormal this year. I have a fear of backsliding into couch potato-land. I took two whole days off from exercising this week, neither of which was particularly restful. Sunday I spent roaming the Animal Kingdom at Disney World, then had a 9:00pm (past my husband’s bedtime) dinner at a fancy schmancy restaurant. Thursday was a travel day home, and after my flight, I had errands to run.
Clearly I don’t know how to properly rest.
Yesterday I ended up doing 6.2 miles on the treadmill in an easy progression run. I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic, although watching latest episode of The Originals helped. I’m not the least bit embarrassed to say I love this show and look forward to it every week. One of my favorite aspects about the show is the clever, twisty plotting. Those Michaelsons always have a plan. And what wasn’t to like when Elijah ripped out some hearts? He could have mine and not even have to mess up his natty suit to get it.
No, I am not too old to be watching television programming on the CW. At least I’m not mooning over Bella and Edward from those horrid Twilight books/movies. Bella makes me want to punch her face in for being such a milksop loser.
Today I went to one of my favorite yoga classes. The instructor always does a ton of vinyasa sequences and long holds for lunges. Afterwards, I ran 5 miles on the treadmill. That wore me out pretty good. Then I went to see Thor and ate a bucket of popcorn all by myself. I don’t always make good food choices. I’ve been craving popcorn since I smelled it at Disney, and I’m not sure how I resisted until today. Now if I could get rid of this pizza craving. It wouldn’t be so bad except that there’s not very good pizza to be had around here, so just getting random pizza wouldn’t satisfy and I’d end up sampling every pie in the area in a fruitless quest. Maybe I’ll make my own.
Although I’ve got a couple races during the holidays, I’m feeling a little letdown. After all, I spent most of this year preparing for the Philly Rock n Roll and Disney Wine & Dine half marathons. I’ve been telling people that the remainder of this year is about taking a little break from hardcore training and let my muscles recover. It’s the smart idea. But it feels so — squishy. How am I supposed to know how much to run each day?
I’m between training plans, and I don’t like it.
I should get my first part of my McMillan Running training plan next week. I’m eager to get going, but I kind of hope my coach puts in a bit of a breather over the holidays. Because my body needs one, but my stupid brain probably would make me do too much by labeling me a lazy wuss if I didn’t. I need someone else to tell me to lay the fuck off myself. Sad but true. My default is not to treat myself with kindness.
It will be good for me to run, do yoga and strength train over the holidays. I find this time of year difficult, what with my nonexistent relationship with my parents and bad memories. This year will be even harder because of the loss of my father-in-law and some other family issues that indirectly will affect us. Running is definitely a mood booster, but I don’t want to over-exercise to compensate for emotional craziness. Again, this is why having a plan to stick to will be important.
Meanwhile, I should make a plan to unpack my suitcase, but that plan seems really boring. It’ll probably sit on the floor until I get sick of looking at it. I’m feeling a little adrift at the moment. That isn’t really a good place for my wee noggin to be.
Instead, just for today, I’m going to try to be nicer to myself and maybe indulge in a daydream or three over Tom Hiddleston, who played Loki in the Thor and Avengers movies. I like a conflicted villain, especially those with a wicked sense of humor.
[PS: why is it that the male denizens of Asgard all look like they need to wash their hair?]