I had to get to work really early this morning, so I could head out to attend a colleague’s dad’s funeral mass. On the way to my car, I saw a few runners going by, gleaming in the dawn sunlight. I felt reflective about my training year, and wanted to write about it here.
After my marathon, I knew that I wanted to take the next few months off of running. I figured I’d leave everything in the weightlifting and weight loss arena until the early spring, mostly because I don’t much like treadmill running, and because it was too chilly for me to seriously entertain trail running through the winter months. What I didn’t count on was that the spring would also bring some great distance races that I’d feel sad about not being trained to race.
I did a quick assessment of whether or not I could run the 10 mile race this coming weekend with our own favorite Running Chick with the Orange Hat. No. Not really.
With the whole back injury and shoulder injury and with my deliberate effort NOT to train through the first few months of the year, I’m in no shape to run a 10 mile trail run scratch. So, I’ll just go meet her after the race and say howdy and stuff like that.
Through being swamped the last several weeks in a row, I’ve learned the effects of stress and excessive workload on one’s fitness and nutrition efforts. Namely, it can wreck your efforts and your motivation entirely. And then I learned this addendum: “if you let it.”
Gandhi said something that sticks with me all the time. He said that everyone has the same amount of hours in their day, and yet some complain that there wasn’t enough time, while others achieve greatness. When I remember this, it reminds me that I control how I spend my time, regardless of the apparent urgency of the things going on around me.
So, I ate pretty much whatever I wanted for the last five or six days. I thought, “I’ll just see what happens, and whether all this hardcore fitness and exercise stuff counters my eating.” Well, no.
I think the reason my weight has fluctuated so much and not really descended to the levels I want is 100% related to the fact that I stopped eating according to my original plans, the way I lost my first 50 lbs. For those of you looking for an easy plan to help lose weight, here’s what I plan to resume, now that I have confirmed proof that my dietary habits combined with my exercise (and not just exercise alone) are the way I lose weight:
Thanks to everyone for your kind wishes. They were all appreciated.
Kat made a wonderful day for me. We had a little hunt in the loft, with handwritten clues and things to discover. She ended the hunt with a tray of fudgy dark chocolate fudge and peppermint patty brownies. Oh dear. Along the way, I got the entire BBC series THE OFFICE, a new knife, and some other stuff I needed, like a trip to get some shoes for work, etc. Loads of fun. At the folks’ house, I had yo-yo day. My parents bought me five yo-yos of different styles. I may someday become a master. Oh, and three books full of childrens’ songs, so I can serenade my daughter to my heart’s content. They also bought me a subscription to CrossFit Journal! My brother and his wife and their daughter got me The Incredibles on DVD and a big set of metal hooks you can use for deadlifting more than you can hold in your hands. They’re hardcore. I think that’s all the loot. I might be forgetting a little.
I think I might have to jump back into racing or something. I’m not sure. I just feel like I’m farting around, and that’s because my only training goal is “get skinnier.” It just doesn’t feel as fun as training for races and stuff. I don’t know. I’m off my game about this one.
When did it become not enough to just be trying to lose weight? Why does one suddenly need “training” goals?
Something I was mulling over with my Inner Coach today on the way to work this morning:
Me: I dunno. I just feel a bit down. My shoulder’s still mucked up. I think it’s the deltoid muscle, and I think it’s a tear. I’m doing this lightweight crap until I drop the pounds, and that’s not exactly blazing full speed ahead. I just feel down.
I rarely read the little google adbar stuff on the side of my gmail account, but this caught my eye. I clicked the site and just browsed very briefly, and I liked the premise at least. I don’t know if it’s trying to sell you something, or just make you feel good. She’s a goal coach. Maybe she intends for you to buy online coaching or something. Check it out:
When I wake up, I force myself upright and into my sweats. It’s 4:30, man. 4-f’ing-thirty. I should still be asleep. Then, I do my business, brush teeth and stuff, and scram.
My gym bag’s already packed. I do that before bed, which is early, by the way. 9PM or 9:30, if I can help it. 10 if I’m stupid. I grab that and head out the door.
It is *so* easy to want to slip into other avenues of interest instead of sticking with the main goal. I guess it’s because “dropping pounds” isn’t a very glamorous goal when compared to training for a marathon, or doing all the other things I’ve got planned. But it’s vital to keep the main thing the main thing.
Keep the main thing the main thing.