I have a confession. Two, actually.
I'm skipping today's workout.
I partly skipped so I could watch the season finale of... Awkward. It's my latest guilty pleasure of the television sort.
But whyyyy?
Today's workout fell by the wayside because of Bonnaroo-related insanity, mostly. And a sick little Hobbes-it. I went and lifted early this morning, since the wee one was sick... I had intended to do an interval-type workout on the bike today, this afternoon sometime. But when I saw the Bonnaroo traffic, realized how hot it was, how tired I was, and really, how underfed I was, I said I'd do it on the trainer in the pain cave. And then forgot to turn on the window unit in the pain cave. When I opened the door to the bonus room, it was blazing.
"Why didn't I hop on the trainer downstairs in the living room," you might ask? Then I could watch my indulgent show and ride at the same time? My answer, which is merely a poorly disguised excuse is that I didn't want to risk waking the Hobbes-it.
So I just found myself sitting on the couch, watching Awkward. and getting wrapped up in the fact that now I have to wait MONTHS to see what happens with Jenna and Colin. I may explode with anticipation before then.
And tomorrow, off to Bonnaroo. To watch good bands, eat wonderful to the taste buds/terrible for me food, imbibe the spirits of fun, and to swim at some point...
Are you going out to the field this weekend? What bands are you crazy to see? For me, Calexico tops the list... as well as David Byrne and St. Vincent, and innumberable others I currently can't recall. Mom of a toddler brain.
And that's it for the ramble. Good weekend to you guys :)
12 June, 2013
02 June, 2013
Psychological Yoga
I'm learning to be flexible. I'm learning that outside of my expectations, there's room for improvement, room to excel, room to have fun. When I'm trying to flex inside of the box of what I think is supposed to happen, I run out of space, like the guy in Dr. Seuss' One Fish Two Fish... whose bed is way too small. That's not comfortable. I don't want to have to just stick my head out the head hole or my legs out the leg holes.
I won't lie... these setbacks with my ankle have the potential to be heartbreaking enough to send me on a bender where I eat cinnamon rolls with reckless abandon and drink before dinner. But only when appropriate. Not being able to reach my goals in running bites.
On the other hand, my non-running-specific fitness is through the roof. I'm tackling things on the bike I never thought I could or would. Pullup May was a failure in the data-driven world in which I exist. But Pullup 2013 is a huge success; negative pullups are the latest things on my plate, and I can tell real pullups are just around the corner. I'm fine-tuning what I do in the pool, thanks in large part to The Husband's pool torture regimen. While I already had knowledge of what I was supposed to be doing, it's amazing what a difference it makes when your form is at its peak.
My lack of a regimented training plan has proven to be a good thing. I'm able to do fun rides and such I would never have time for if I was seriously training for races. Today, I was lucky to be able to go out and ride easy with good friends, find ourselves lost as last year's Easter egg, talk to animals, grab lunch together, and spend the afternoon hanging out with my little family. The Hobbes-it is learning to act like a chicken... if that won't brighten your day, nothing will.
I was driving back home from Murfreesboro on the interstate, and found myself thinking it's a little strange that just a few hours before, I had been on the other side of the tree line, pedaling along, yelling at some loose cows. The latter is vastly preferable! Increasingly, the bike is one of my favorite places to be. It baffles me that people don't *like* the sense of accomplishment that comes with self propulsion at higher and higher rates of speed. There's nothing like it.
The evolution of my character while stranded on The Island of Limited Running is good. Great. Fantastic.
You've gotta be flexible and uncontained like water. Otherwise you'll be swept away. Or maybe just in a drinking glass. Either way, the consequences are no good. Chase your goals; but be ready to take the path less travelled.
I won't lie... these setbacks with my ankle have the potential to be heartbreaking enough to send me on a bender where I eat cinnamon rolls with reckless abandon and drink before dinner. But only when appropriate. Not being able to reach my goals in running bites.
On the other hand, my non-running-specific fitness is through the roof. I'm tackling things on the bike I never thought I could or would. Pullup May was a failure in the data-driven world in which I exist. But Pullup 2013 is a huge success; negative pullups are the latest things on my plate, and I can tell real pullups are just around the corner. I'm fine-tuning what I do in the pool, thanks in large part to The Husband's pool torture regimen. While I already had knowledge of what I was supposed to be doing, it's amazing what a difference it makes when your form is at its peak.
My lack of a regimented training plan has proven to be a good thing. I'm able to do fun rides and such I would never have time for if I was seriously training for races. Today, I was lucky to be able to go out and ride easy with good friends, find ourselves lost as last year's Easter egg, talk to animals, grab lunch together, and spend the afternoon hanging out with my little family. The Hobbes-it is learning to act like a chicken... if that won't brighten your day, nothing will.
I was driving back home from Murfreesboro on the interstate, and found myself thinking it's a little strange that just a few hours before, I had been on the other side of the tree line, pedaling along, yelling at some loose cows. The latter is vastly preferable! Increasingly, the bike is one of my favorite places to be. It baffles me that people don't *like* the sense of accomplishment that comes with self propulsion at higher and higher rates of speed. There's nothing like it.
The evolution of my character while stranded on The Island of Limited Running is good. Great. Fantastic.
You've gotta be flexible and uncontained like water. Otherwise you'll be swept away. Or maybe just in a drinking glass. Either way, the consequences are no good. Chase your goals; but be ready to take the path less travelled.
| "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
| I took the one less traveled by, | |
| And that has made all the difference." - Frost |
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