If you read the title, you really don’t have to take the time to read this post. It’s like high-gloss, big-budget, blockbuster movie preview: you just got all the good bits.
But if you enjoy the minutia of my life, please continue.
I was filled with self-satisfaction for the first half of today because I got my lazy butt out of bed and down to Ohio Street Beach this morning. The last few weeks I’ve had a hard time getting up in the morning to run, or do anything, for that matter. Which has meant a lot of evening runs, and a few missed ones.
Last time I had a running related injury, swimming (more specifically, kicking, I reckon), really helped the recovery process, so up I got.
I still score about a 7 on the lame-o-meter for driving rather than riding my bike. Sunrise is creeping later into the morning now, and I do not have any lights on my bike.
Don’t worry, I started a shopping list.
My friends are more punctual and quicker to wake than I, and so when I arrived at the lockers at 6:06am they were already in the water.
Here’s the proof I was really there, sucking up diesel and whatever else was glistening in the sunrise in that silky surface skim….
Typically, if I am in the water, be it pool, lake, ocean, or bathtub I am fairly content. I am not very graceful by land, and everything feels less effortful in the water. This morning the lake was really calm, so the swim was nice. I wish could have swum longer, I covered a mile, but have no idea how long it took. All I know is I got back home at about 7:05.
The water was really warm, I wondered if I was swimming in pee.
I probably was.
At any rate, it’s a good way to start a day.
The finish to my day will be far less idyllic.
I just got home from work and for the second day in a row wonder if I’m occupying some alternate universe because A.) it again only took 45 mins from office to home (usually it take a minimum of 90),
B.) I am craving junk food uncontrollably and don’t think I’ve had a vegetable in a week, and C.) I have little to no desire to work out.
This is the first week in 10 that I haven’t weight trained, so as I eat these Oreo’s, and drink sugary tea, I shall reflect on that success.
I am also going to laminate a bunch of matching and sorting materials for work…doesn’t behavior analysis sound inspiring?!
Tomorrow morning I am going to head to the track to test out my weirdo achy shin.
Have you ever found yourself in a training rut and been so confident that it’ll pass that you don’t really put any effort into getting back into the groove?
Does that even make sense?
I guess it means that I’ve been here before, and I know at some point I’ll look back, mid-routine and think, huh….when did it get easy again?
Relapse is part of growth.