I woke to rain. Because I didn’t know where half my wet weather gear was in the new place, I decided to hit the gym instead. So, at 4:46, I pulled up at the nicer of the two Gold’s Gyms in my Alliance plan, and waited for the nice young lady to open the facility.
I ran 5 miles, sweating and feeling like quitting from somewhere around 1.7 miles. For whatever reason, running on the treadmill is a great exercise in testing my mental stamina. I feel like quitting the whole time. I look around at all the other things I can do, and I start thinking I should get off the ‘mill and go do some weightlifting. I start thinking I should leave and hit the pool early, that I’ll make up the miles in swimming.
I am training to run a marathon in November. Ultimately, I am training to run ultramarathons and longer-distance events. For other reasons, I am training for other things. I want to be able to do many chin-ups (I can’t do one). I want to be able to hold myself vertical by my fingertips for a long period of time (not even close).
Keeping my training goals in mind helps me with all other aspects of my life. It gives me resolve that I didn’t have beforehand. It gives me a path, and helps me slough off the other not-important stuff in my life. It builds my confidence with a series of small victories, and buffers my failures by reminding me of all I’ve done.
Wow, what a huffing four miles it was. I haven’t been out to run for a while, due to the moving. Boy, doesn’t that really show when you get back out there? Woof.
But man, I ran all the same. I ran as if I were finishing the marathon. I didn’t hurt, mind you. I was just tired. No gas in the tank. My breathing was rough. I sweat as if I were trying to replenish an ocean. But my muscles were primed and ready, so I let them be my guide. I just kept going.
Just a quick check-in to tell you I’m still alive.
I’m offline at home. The new digs don’t have DSL connectivity, so I’m still debating how I’m going to rectify that problem.
I haven’t gotten out of bed at 4 in days. But then, I haven’t gone to bed around 9 in days. I need to fix this.
I was really tired tonight before getting on the treadmill at the gym. I’d missed my morning trail run, so I was doing this as pennance. I felt low energy, but jumped into the run just the same. At around 2.4, I felt like stopping. I even started thinking things like, “no one will know.” Duh.
I slogged through. I walked a little more often than my typical 9:1 frame. I ran at 5MPH a few times, where I am now at a minimum at 6MPH. But I pushed and pushed. I wasn’t in pain. I was breathing heavy and my engines were running a lot hotter than normal, but whatever. I was still okay. So, I kept going.
I worked hard at the gym today at lunch. I used heavy weights with few repetitions, which is the new black of the weightlifting set. Evidently, lots of reps with low weight is out again. Alas. It was nice to move around lots of iron. After all, I still can’t do decent pullups to save myself. That’s a goal of mine. That and some really great flexibility.
When I lift hard, muscles usually come quickly, so I’ll see how it goes, only lifting hard once a week and lifting light twice more. I also gave my legs quite the beating. And let’s not forget those core muscles. Man, I work those guys to their rubbery ends.
I’m down to single workouts right now, mostly due to all the other stuff filling up my life. We’re moving in a week or less. I’ve got a software deployment at work. Blah blah.
But isn’t it funny that I’m feeling a little guilty about not doing two workouts a day and only getting in one? Weirdo.