My password is nine characters log. To that end, I always hum (in my head) the first bars of Bruce Hornsby’s “The Way It Is.” EVERY time.
(I’m going to do one of those 100 things lists).
I posted this to an email list I belong to. It relates to the self-improvement part of my life.
Boy was I in a bad place.
*If I smoked pot and then painted my naked body blue before running and slamming myself into a white wall, would I be a high performance artist?
*If a brook dries up, is it x-stream?
It’s getting chilly out there at 4:50AM. I even wore the long-sleeved shirt, but man, it was a bit nipply.
Here’s what I did. I geared up, and ran from my house to the forest where I usually run. My intent was to get there at sunup, then run around the trail, and then run home. Nope. Still dark as hell. I ran a little while down the trail, got spooked, annoyed that it was still so damned dark, and then turned around and ran home.
I didn’t go out to the trails to run in the rainy pre-dawn darkness this morning. I just couldn’t find the juice. Instead, I hit the gym.
I’ve rebuilt my workout program into three separate days, and as I can’t really stand to read details of other people’s workouts, I’ll skip them (unless one inquires, and then I might email the details or something).
I find that my goals shift often. Do yours? I am constantly adjusting the path I’m heading towards. Of course, one problem with this approach is that I don’t really know when I’ve reached a milestone. The upside, however, is that I keep adjusting them into more challenging goals.
Since it’s been a while between goal-setting moments, I think I’ll take the time to figure out my fitness goals for the last quarter of this year.
Back from our visit to Maine, and to the fair. When I went down to see the race path of the 5K, I was sadly disappointed. Here, in the middle of all these rolling farmlands and beautiful vistas, someone spraypainted out a stupid road course that ran us down some backroads, up into a parking lot, and then back the same way we came. Lamest road race I’ve ever seen. So, I ran the entire route before the gun went off, took my shirt, and ran back to my car. I got six miles out of their stupid 5K by running to and from the course, and reminded myself why I’m through with road races.
The rest of the trip was the best vacation I can remember taking. Great fun, great friends, camping, and all that stuff.
I’ve not run since that race on Sunday, but that’s part of my plan. My body says to recover, and that’s far more important than the hard black ink that says I should already have clocked in 11 miles. Hell, I can do that tomorrow in one shot. I’m thinking of 10, instead.
But I haven’t been idle. That’s the difference between recovery and slack. Do what you can. Work with what you’ve got.
The Pisgah Mountain 23K trail race.
Okay, I admit it. I just raced something a little over my fitness level. It’s a MOUNTAIN. I kind of forgot that when I signed up. I figured, well, a hilly trail run, right? with elevation changes of 900 feet at a time over a mile or so, you get the feeling really quickly that you’re on a MOUNTAIN and not a hill.
39 Degrees, and coming up to 61. Aieeee. I had a waffle *and* a bagel with peanut butter for breakfast, as there are HOURS between my breakfast and the race. I might have a Clif bar just before, too. To make sure I’ve got my food. I’ve had 40 ounces of water, and some tea (Egyptian Licorice). Here’s hoping. I’ll give you results audibly some time later today.