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March 1, 2006
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I'm feeling relatively uninspired today. I'm still ahead of my car in weekly mileage. I haven't run that much, but I've driven even less.
I get a little strung out towards the end of my 80+ hours of work in 7 days, and the regularities of life begin to unravel. Usually by this point in my week, my last night of work, I'm hanging on by coat-tails and I've got a whole list of things attached to my heels, trying to pull me entirely loose. There is usually the general fatigue, from trying desperately to get adequate sleep during the day when the rest of the world is awake and wanting to call me/knock on my door/page me to work/etceteras. Of course there is the omnipresent school, where I can never quite stay caught up, and where I question daily whether I made the right decision to work and go to school, both full-time. Then, there is the breakdown of order in my house, such as the pigpen-frantic mess my dog has made in the laundry room from her muddy galvanting through the snowmelt outside. Then there is the depleted supply of healthy, well-rounded meals available for my consumption; I generally try to cook a lot/do meal prep at the beginning of my work week so I have good food to eat throughout the week. However, by the end of 7 days, that supply is always depleted and I'm faced with a dillema: Do I take time away from the other critical elements (like sleeping, studying, and running) of the day to fix some good, quality food, or do I relegate myself to out-of-box meals? Then, there is one's personal life, trying to fit in meaningful moments amongst the disorganized chaos that is my life with the people that I care about, and my pooch, too. And, finally, there is running, or exercise in general. Fitting in running is somewhat like trying to squeeze oneself through two immovable boulders knowing full well that your chances of getting through are nil. But then again, if I don't run, then I'm more stressed, less productive, and unhappy.
I know I shouldn't focus on the drab, dreary parts of my life. Really, tomorrow morning at 6 am, I will be off of work for 7 days. Who could ask for anything better? I just can't wait to get there.
Tuesday- 5 miles easy, 39:xx, 5 strides (1.2 miles driving)
Wednesday- 4 miles briskly, 29:xx, 4 strides (0.8 miles driving)
Posted by Meghan at March 1, 2006 9:38 PM
Comments
This sounds like alweiss' (running-blogs.com/ratrace) recent entry. I think we all have some form of this from time to time... Enjoy your time off!
Posted by: Alison at March 2, 2006 6:28 AM
"the only way to discover the limits of the possible,... is to start doing things, keep doing them, finish them, and then look at them done, enjoy that moment, possibly extend it a little, call some friends over to check it out, go over to your friends and check out the possible things they've done, maybe eat something tasty and good and exchange views (and recipes) about doing those possible things, maybe even spend some time to think about doing possible things together, at some point venture out and say something like 'Hey, how about that' and when you're ready, like relaxed and ready, start doing some more possible things."
No idea who said this, but I'm sure someone has.
Posted by: corrado giambalvo at March 2, 2006 1:46 PM