I went to run last night, planning on the 4.0 miles I had on my training schedule. I started going at a good pace, going just a bit faster every quarter mile. It wasn’t too long before I realized I just didn’t have it in me. My knee was killing me, my mental focus was wavering, my breath was uneven. All I had in me was just a mere mile.
Initially, I was frustrated. Only a mile? That puts my total for the week at just 4.0 miles. By this time last week, I already had 12.0 miles down!
This went on for a few minutes before I changed my frame of mind. I ran a whole mile. Not only that, I ran it in 10:10. That’s a great time for me! This single mile is more than many people around the world. A mile may not seem like much to me these days, but it is better than nothing. No, I’m not at the 12.0 miles I was by this point last week, but this is not last week. (Over 21 total last week? That was huge!) This is this week. I may not have run as far and it may feel like a step backwards in training, but it’s something and something is better than nothing.
One off week where I didn’t run as much as I would have liked isn’t the end of the world. Perhaps it’s actually just the thing I needed to prepare me for the next few weeks as training for the National Half really kicks into high gear. Maybe it won’t be. I don’t know. But, no matter what this week does for me in the long run, I did something.
Since I had made the trip downtown, I spent a bit of time doing strength training and another day at the 100 push up challenge – I’m up to 24 now! It was a good reminder that I don’t do enough with strength. I need to incorporate it more often.
The combination of house sitting and getting ready to move this weekend has severely impacted my diet. I have eaten a lot of the same things over and over. Fortunately, they are things I really enjoy. But, nonetheless, I’ve had a lot that is not the types of food I want to consistently fuel my body with. Minimal fruits and vegetables, lots of pizza, and yet another bagel for breakfast this morning.
I’m anxious for life to calm back down. I’m living out of suitcases and boxes right now. It’s all made me a bit more stressed than I realized, I think. The persistent headaches and migraines that have plagued me all week are a reminder of that. The big move is Sunday, but I still have a decent amount of packing to do. It will all get done. It may not all be in the neat, orderly fashion my anal retentive nature would like, but it will get done.
Soon, things will settle down. Soon, my life will gain some semblance of normalcy.
The thing is, though, I don’t want to live in that “soon” mindset. The future isn’t something I can control, it isn’t even something that’s guaranteed. I’ve learned that lesson enough, that you can’t know what life is going to hand you. Tomorrow is not a promise, but today is here. What I have is the here and now. The now may not be quite what I’m content with, but it’s what I have. In the midst of chaos, stress, and abnormality, I want to make the most of this day, this moment. I want to enjoy the life I’ve got right here, right now.