Usually, I'm really driven. I mean, up at 6am or earlier to run/work/school/read/clean/cook ALL day-EVERY day. It is typically really unusual for me to just *sit* and do nothing. Even if I'm watching tv, I have to have a magazine or a book or laptop and gchat in front of me. I work well under deadlines, usually finishing things well ahead of time.
However...
without a deadline or defined schedule (read: grad school breaks), I become a big lump. I sleep in, sometimes exercise, sit on the couch, and work hard to convince myself to get up to empty the dishwasher or go to the grocery store or do anything to prepare myself for this school semester. By some small faux-miracle, I have been able to get a lot done around the house....I just think all of it would have been done sooner if I had more deadlines.
So what have I done? Cleaned several times, cooked for my husband on a kind of regular basis, organized all my school stuff in the office, watched several movies, visited family and friends ALL over (I feel like most of this break was spent driving...). Major high-point : I've started running again!
I've had several dreams about running pain-free. Last week, while visiting family in Greensboro, I headed out on the greenway. Nice flat, asphalt/concrete path. I intended to walk two or three miles. For some reason, I just decided to try and run a little. And it worked...sort of. I was dragging my right foot a smidge and REALLY pushing off with my left leg. But I made it a mile...and then another mile! (with a mile walk in between). The second mile was a little less Igor from Young Frankenstein-ish. The next day, my entire left thigh was aching from the extra effort...
Two days later, I tried again...another mile down, less foot dragging. Walked a mile, then ran another...three days later I ran two miles straight...with almost correct gait! I fully intend to get out there and run two this morning...as soon as the red smudge on this passes
It's already about 90, even in the storm, but I love running in the rain.
Last week, I ran across a quote I've heard many times before-forgive me for not looking up the origin...and for probably not quoting it exactly
There will be a day when I can no longer do this. Today is not that day.
Well, if that doesn't make you get up off your duff...then I guess you aren't me...
I'm trying to remember it a little more as I ease back into training (two miles, three times a week, look out, I'm on fire). It is easy for me to get discouraged by that...last year I was running at least 22 miles a week, consistently and doing speedwork on the track...I miss being able to just go out and do that!
My clothes miss it too...not smart to pair an intense love for craft beer with a lack of exercise
Ok, so that was a lot of nothing...oh well! School starts next week...
Aural Rehab and Voice every Monday...clinic is therapy with middle and high schoolers in a rural county for a month, then a long term care facility. I also have three Saturdays for AAC and Cranio-facial Anomalies. Then classes are done, spring is all practicum!
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