#day6 of #30days of #radicalaccountability complete
We recently obtained two kayaks. Wait. That sounds like we stole them. We did not in fact steal them. Jesse traded work for partial payment in the form of kayaks. Any any rate, we have these kayaks. They are lying on the ground in our yard. Behind our big fence. Protected by our big dog. So don’t steal my kayaks. AT ANY RATE, they are on the ground, and Jesse asked me to stop on my way home from FitDance to get two pool noodles for them, presumably to fashion a kayak rest of sorts.
So I walked into the Dollar Store, where they had scads and scads of pool noodles a mere week ago, and Christmas threw up on me. Not only were there no pool noodles, but there was not even any evidence that Halloween was like 5 days ago. So we are pool noodle less. In Florida. Where it’s still 80 and warm enough to swim. But if you need 87,000 inexpensive candy canes RIGHT NOW, you’re covered.
I do not need any candy canes, though, because today I ate two pieces of that homemade pumpkin pie I was raving about yesterday. On my two-workout days, I am a bottomless pit and no amount of protein, carbs, protein-carb combos, or good common sense can stop me from eating everything in sight, including two slices of pie. I get rungry, and if you don’t want to get hurt, you should keep your hands away from my mouth. I mean, you should probably do that anyway because ew, germs. But I digress. The only thing I feel bad about in this situation is that I don’t even feel bad about eating two pieces of pie. They were delicious. They were radically, accountably delicious, which sounds like the terrible tagline for a sugary breakfast cereal’s ad campaign in the 1980s, but now we’re getting off topic. Because, you know, this post is already so focused you could even tell that was another digression.
ANYWAY. Today was a good day. I did some personal development before bed last night and woke up still thinking about it. I dragged myself out of my cozy cocoon when the alarm went off and managed to get up, dressed, and out the door ahead of the rest of my running buddies. I even managed to get to the park far enough in advance of everyone else to do a lap before they arrived and listen to some more personal development.
Which was a good thing, because today’s run was ROUGH and if I hadn’t had that positive start, I think I would have bailed. I got my second-ever stitch in my entire almost-4-months-of-training less than a mile into my 4-mile run, and I could not manage to shake it. And my knees hurt. No idea what the heck happened, unless my body was simply revolting over having to get out of bed. I guess that’s entirely possible. I ended up sending my two runner friends ahead of me to keep moving and double back for me so I could work out the pain, and I run-walked the entire rest of the time. ROUGH.
I kept hearing these punishing thoughts in my head — “You’re supposed to be such a great runner. What is wrong with you?” “This is your second crummy run in a row of your first two with a new running friend. She’s not going to want to run with you anymore.” “How are you doing to run 13.1 miles in less than 2 weeks when you can’t even handle a mile?” — and though I remember them vividly, I was able to stop them, to keep going, to reassure myself that I am a real runner, I am fit, I am athletic, I can do this, and one bad run doesn’t mean anything.
This is the most active I have ever been over the longest period of time I have ever been active in my life, so it’s an interesting experience to see what my body reacts to. I feel like a walking science experiment right now. I ran 11 miles this weekend with no problem, but today 6 laps at the park was torture. I think it’s partly hormones, partly temperature, and partly stuff I did in the last 24 hours. Last night’s DivaFit class was intense, and I think my muscles just got mad at me. So, definitely going to focus on tuning into my body a little earlier and see if that helps.
I’ll be heading to bed tonight pretty much right on target with calories and protein, and a little low on water — but a great day overall. Focus areas for tomorrow: More water, listening closely to my muscles and joints, and spending some extra time in the morning with the kiddos. We’re heading to a wedding and going straight from there to a training, so tomorrow night’s blog post is going to take some commitment, but IT’S HAPPENING.
On day 6, I’m starting to feel like I’m finding my groove. And I’m liking it.
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