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Chasing after the bus

It’s an odd feeling. Lately I feel like I’ve missed the bus and I’ve been spending the past week chasing after it. Why hasn’t the bus stopped for other passengers? That would be my chance! Luckily, here I am at a long weekend. All the same, I almost think that I’m going to end up letting this opportunity to catch up pass me by. What do I really need this time for? Cleaning up? Probably. Cooking? Would be nice. Spending time with family? Why not? It’s all important.

What I need is a proper vacation.

Or…an extended leave of absence.

A month for travel would be nice.

Ultimately I think my inner-self is asking for a period where I’m not responsible for anything big. I want to be selfish for a little bit. I don’t think I’ve done much to honour myself, and I almost feel like my subconscious is angry. I’ve been chasing after that damn bus for so long that I’ve forgotten why I’m doing it. I’ve lost the purpose. What good is that?

The body knows best

The body is pretty good at signalling when it needs something doesn’t it? Last night’s 5K run was great, but it was tough. The sidewalks were covered in a thick layer of soft snow. The relatively warm temperatures caused it to have this semi-slush-like consistency. Running on that seemed akin to running on a beach. I felt my hip flexors and my glutes working overtime just to keep me from toppling over. By the time I got back to store I was kind of tired. Under more sympathetic conditions that 5K route wouldn’t be an issue for me at all. Well, anyway, by the time I got home, I was ready to just sleep. I was fine with that. I just wanted to get to bed so that I’d be ready to wake up early the next day.

I’ve got things scheduled such that I need to get out the door at a certain time such that I get to work early. Getting to work early means that I get to leave early. Leaving early means I get back home early. Getting back home early means I get to leave early for Running Room. It’s a long chain of things that need to fall into place. Unfortunately, this morning that all fell apart when I slept in. I just couldn’t physically get out of bed. It almost felt like a lead vest was covering me. By the time I got up my timing was all skewed by an hour. I wasn’t willing to leave work an hour early, so I just emailed my running group’s group leaders to make sure someone would be there to cover for me. Seemed like the responsible thing to do. Instead I opted to wander around downtown for an hour. Even though I was walking around I still felt like I was somehow recharging.

Anyway, in all honesty I was glad to have a bit of a break. To my group I’ve been an advocate for listening to one’s body. This is an example of a situation where it flat out forced me to take down time. The body knows best. It’s better to listen now than to wait for an injury to happen.

Pushing with no break

There’s a price I have to pay for continually pushing myself without taking a proper break. On Sunday I had a 14K run in the morning, then an emotionally exhausting improv class, followed by our hour-long end-of-class stage show. On Monday I had work followed by class. I have a deep pool to draw from. I can find the energy to keep up, for sure. Thing is, I need to find time to rest and regenerate. On both Sunday and Monday I simply fell asleep on my couch with all of the lights on, the music going, and my street clothes still on. They weren’t light sleeps either. Both must have been pretty heavy since I put up with music going in the background. I have a history of doing this for sure. I mean, my couch is pretty darn comfortable. Still, it’s been a while.

I’ve been good at getting to bed on time. Lately I’ve just been over-extending myself, I guess. Today I had my coaching gig following work. I’m actually getting my blog entry done before midnight. Ha! I’m basically doing everything right today. I think my body is thankful. Anyway, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to head off before I fall asleep on the couch again with my head on the keyboard. Drool isn’t particularly good for the circuitry. Ahem.

Bound to return

After a bit of an extended break from the class, today I decided to return to plyometrics class. If you recall, that class contains a lot of explosive movements like jumping and bounding. It’s kind of hardcore. See, early on I made a conscious decision to let that class go. I think I was just doing far too much in terms of physical activity. Marathon training alone was enough to sap my energy stores. In order to prevent complete burn out I had to scale back on certain things and find more time to just get rest time in order to recover. I don’t regret it. If I didn’t get rest I wouldn’t have made it through my two marathons and one half marathon in 1.5 months. Well, now that my physical activity is sort of cut down I figured it was time to return. It’s kind of ironic though–even though I’m probably doing less physical activity, I seem to be busier than ever. How the heck am I managing?

This morning I woke up with the goal of attending class in mind; I felt determined. When I got there, people seemed happy to see me back. There were a lot of comments about how I looked like I lost a lot of weight. Yeah, I have, but I don’t think I look much slimmer from the last time I was there. Still, who am I to brush off such comments, right? The person running the class pushed us a little bit harder than she normally would have. I don’t have anything to compare against, but other people in the class were saying that they were definitely feeling it. There was a point where we were doing something of a 10 minute cardio circuit with a lot of bounding and jumping. I really was out of breath from about midway. I pushed through but I eventually had to take a few seconds out of the circuit to just recompose myself. We did a lot of burpees through the hour, which really wore me out. Seriously, I can’t believe what a difference a month or two away made. I figure that I would have been able to handle the circuit a little better a few months ago. I guess that’s why I’ve come back anyway. I really want to work on getting my fitness back up. Sounds a little odd considering that marathons require a certain level of fitness themselves, but this is different. All in all, I think working on this will make me more well-rounded. So, I’m back. We’ll see where this takes me.

How am I still on my feet?

So, serious question: how am I still able to function? This morning I participated in a hilly half marathon up north. I didn’t get a personal best, but I did beat my previous time for the course, and I felt strong. When I got home I took a 3 hour nap. It really should have been longer, but I had to drag myself out of bed to shower and get myself prepped for our end of class improv show. I’m sure my classmates appreciated the fact that I was washed. It was a high energy set, and we all put in a lot of extra pep. The audience sure did give us a lot of love.

So, between both events, I’m in awe over the fact that I’m still conscious at this point. How am I not passed out in the middle of the street? I’ll admit that all throughout the show I was really battling a heavy headache. I’m sure it was a result of not drinking enough water earlier in the day. Anyway, I really want to write about the race and the improv show but I need some time to rest and recharge. In time, yes?

Dead asleep

Maybe it’s a result of living next to some busy routes, but I seem to be the type that can sleep through conditions that many people would have issues with. I have no problem sleeping through thunderstorms, or the sound of cars rushing on wet roads after a heavy rain. Unless I set my radio to be really loud, using it as an alarm is pretty much ineffective. I usually just end up sleeping through the music. I sleep through my own snoring if only because the sound doesn’t knock me out of sleep.

Light doesn’t seem to be an issue either. Every single day this week, I’ve somehow ended up sleeping with the lights on in my room. You’d think it’d be an issue, but no. I’ve woken up normally as if there weren’t any issues. I guess it’s expected since I’ve been dead tired ever since last weekend.

Aaaand…as I was writing this I fell asleep for 20 minutes listening to music. My patio door was open, and the sound of a loud car managed to wake me.

Anyway, all of this is probably telling me a few things. First, my body seems to be consciously blocking the world out in an attempt to ensure that my sleep is uninterrupted. Secondly, it’s quite possible that I’m not allowing my body enough time to sleep properly and recover. Falling dead asleep prior to doing something as simple as turning off the light is proof of that.

And on that note, I’m out.

Diminishing pain

You know, if I think about it I wasn’t really all that sore today. Don’t get me wrong: it’s all relative. I mean, I’m still sore and walking around very delicately. Just the act of sitting down and getting up alone is enough to give me pause. All that being said, I don’t feel like I’ve been hit by a train like the last time I ran a marathon. Really, last time I felt like I just could not bring myself out of bed. I guess it helped that I had booked a week of vacation at the time. This time though I don’t have that luxury, so I’ve had to just wince and push onward. I think that’s been a secret weapon. Just the act of walking around despite the pain is enough to help work out the kinks. I’m sure that in a few days I’ll be back to normal. Meanwhile, my body’s just angry with me.

Hey, just as a side note, I made an interesting observation at lunch. You can almost pick out the people among the downtown crowd who raced on Sunday. That’s because we’re all walking slowly or gingerly just like we’ve been riding horses all day. Seriously, it amuses me.

The world will still be there

Once in a while, when you’re this low on energy, you need to throw plans out the window. At these times it’s better to go home, be hermit-like, and just rest. Never mind about what the world wants from you. Just close your eyes, because the world will still be there when you open them once more…

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