When this blog turns into more of a running blog than anything else.
Yesterday should have been my first “official” day of training for the Canyonlands Half Marathon with an easy three mile run. However, because I’m not used to prioritizing running, when Alisa texted to see if I wanted to go to a movie of course I said yes because I wasn’t really thinking about the fact that I still needed to run three miles.
This is probably the hardest thing for me when it comes to training (or exercise of any sort). Prioritization. Yesterday, I didn’t want to go running until later in the day. I got up and started working on EST (I’m still in Utah thanks to the great blizzard in New York). Then, I took my “lunch” break and got ready for the day (as in shower, blow dry, flat iron, makeup) in order to meet Brian for breakfast. The fam was going to dinner that evening and I wasn’t about to do the whole “get ready” routine again, so running would have to wait.
And, as already mentioned, after dinner I went to a movie and then didn’t really plan on running because it was dark (the headlamp is in New York…yes, I own a headlamp) and really cold. The treadmill at my brother’s house is in his bedroom and I no longer have a gym membership in Utah. So, no run. Of course, when I did get home, Justin and Cherity were still awake and we ended up talking into the wee hours of the morning (okay, it was 12:30 am, but that is late for me these days). Yes, I could have done my run, but I wasn’t thinking about that when I was busy chatting away with my brother and his lovely wife.
So, Day 1 of training didn’t happen because I didn’t make it a priority. And that is how life works, isn’t it. We do what we make time to do. While I sucked it up yesterday, I made sure to prioritize for today. I got up for work (in my PJs) and then, when I finally decided to change into clothes…I changed into workout clothes and stayed in then until I ran and run I did. Today was 5x400s at 5k pace. I pushed it a little too hard maybe (this is another problem I have), but felt good when it was over.
When I was pushing through my last 400 at an 8:30 pace (this is basically sprinting for me), the perfect song came on; Too Much – Kylie Minogue. It was exactly how I felt about my first training run (incidentally, it’s about falling in
love lust, but whatever).
And with that, on we go.
(A post about my vacation coming soon…and for that, this blog might transform into a “mom” blog momentarily because I am a very proud auntie.)