Lately I’ve (still) been having trouble writing and running — two things very close to my heart.
I’m not exactly sure whats up on the running front. There were times when training for Eugene that I was looking forward to doing more yoga and strength training and forgoing long runs and constant tight hips and hamstrings. I even told myself that I wanted to rest more. But I seem to forget that I’m an insanely restless person, and after a few weeks of taking things easy, I have tried oh so hard to get back on the running bandwagon.
But that hasn’t really happened. I honestly have not had a good run in well over a month. Most have barely been more than five miles, at which point my body feels so zonked I just start walking. WALKING.
I know I’m not injured, which I am incredible thankful for. But in some selfish way, it almost feels worse that nothing is really wrong with me; I haaave the ability to run, and I want to, but I can’t. It’s a physical burn out, and while the mental part of me is finally, whole-heartedly there, my body isn’t.
That said, I thankfully haven’t been curled up in my bed cursing the world while my Asics form cobwebs in the corner. I have been *forcing/suggesting that I go running every AM — no more than a couple of miles — just to get back into the routine. They aren’t fast miles, and they certainly aren’t pretty, but it does feel good to just get out there and move a bit.
But besides running, I have been happily moving in other ways. My apartment makeover is really coming together, I’m spending quality time with my new roommate, and I have even decided to take care of another living thing: a PLANT. (One step down from a cat…)
I was recently in Florida with my Grandma, who is my best friend. I’ve also spent many evenings with many different and wonderful friends in NYC, for beers and tequila shots and wine and gin (#DRINKING). No complains on that front.
Aaand that’s all I’ve got for now. HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND.