I'm a tad busy and lacking a solid internet connection at the moment, so I'm not going to be posting a ton on my blog. I'm in the middle of making some editing changes to the manuscript and rewriting some parts. I'm sure I will post again soon though.
I did do a time trial Sat, even though I got my period the night before. I always feel like I've been run over by a steam roller the first few days mother nature decides to inflict her gift on me. As a result, I lacked motivation, especially at the half way point of my time trial. I think I ended up jogging when my head started feeling like a cantaloupe filled with cement. Otherwise I felt OK. My foot was a tad sore. I guess I'm OK with the running effort, but at the same time, it's not easy reading all the race reports and hardcore training logs out there. I don't like feeling like I gave up, but I never have a ton of motivation when I'm at this stage in my cycle. Sleep is about the only thing I feel like I can tackle with vigor. The massage is definitely helping my foot, but it's not quite where I want it to be. My butt appears to be more than a tad tight too. When the massage therapist went to work on it, he barely touched my right side and said, "Wow, that's quite the knot you've got in there." Yes, it's the same knot I have had since the early 90's when a nurse nicked my sciatic nerve when giving me a shot. Blah.
Tuesday night or maybe early Wed morning, I will give up chocolate for three months. I bought some expensive "cookies" that are raw thinking they might take the place of chocolate. The bag said carrot cake cookies. I like carrot cake, and I like cookies. It seemed perfect. However, they don't taste like cake or cookies. Instead, they taste like hay with a strong dash of nutmeg. It was a big disappointment. Boo. However, I have two days to scarf some serious chocolate, so I bought some of that ridiculously priced Life Opening Chocolate to satisfy my chocolate itch.
I'm very disturbed that I had to endure the wild and slightly insane preaching of some Warren Jeffs wannabe, complete with a harem of repressed girls on the mall last night. He and his posse took a spot right outside the doors where I work, and he spent over an hour yelling at random by-passers. Ick. The whole thing made me sick.
Sigh. Well, I'm not saying much of anything here. Stay tuned for something more substantial once the chocolate withdrawals start to manifest.
You will get it back. It just takes time.
ReplyDeleteGiving up chocolate? Not possible. It would be like giving up sleep.
Thank you, Meggan!
ReplyDeleteI thought about you when I made the decision to give up chocolate. I remember reading how you like to eat it too! I think I'll be stuck with carob for the next three months. I'm already going through withdrawal, and I haven't even started yet!
"at the same time, it's not easy reading all the race reports and hardcore training logs out there."
ReplyDeleteThis is the worst. I always feel guilty when people want to brag about their training to me (because God knows when it's going well, we all want to brag about it), and as much as I'm happy for them, I'm also really jealous. Or when someone is talking about how hard it is for them because they have to take a day off and it's going to ruin their training, and I just want to be like, "I've been injured for a year! Cry me a river!" Thank you for your honesty. It's refreshing.
I could give up chocolate, but don't ask me to give up beer!
ReplyDeleteFunny, but I like reading about hardcore trainers who are racing just a little bit better than I am. Gives me hope that I might run with them if I tweak things slightly. And I'm happy for the hardcore trainers who are racing really well too. They're just plain inspiring.
Becki, thank you so much. I can totally relate!
ReplyDeleteEwen, I hear that. I think it's more when I feel like my training isn't anywhere close some of these others that I start feeling inadequate, but I hear you about the inspiration part.
heh- I know a few people who wouldn't be able to give up beer.
Ewan, I think part of it too is when it's someone's log who you *think* you should be able to outrun or at least run with. If I read Drew Polley's log in the back of Running for the Hansons, that's cool. If I read my old training partner's log and see she's making gains while I'm laid up, that's where I end up torn, because I'm happy for her, but depressed for me.
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