Is it crazy that I want to sign up for twitter for the sole purpose of chasing food trucks around the city of Chicago?
This week my body has been telling me to slow down and take life in.
Relax for a change.
Make the most of the upcoming three day weekend.
Enjoy life's simplicities and blessings.
Take time to appreciate this guy who does weird things with his hands that ruin perfectly good photos.
Celebrate life as the "little one" turns 17, and isn't quite so little anymore.
Rock out to Counting Crows and Jack Johnson like the old days.
With one bum knee from my fall almost a week ago still bugging me and the other still aching from running in a pair of less then desirable shoes for my feet, I am one gimpy lady. Oh and not to mention my run in with the trash can on Wednesday that had left a giant strawberry and bruise on my arm. I'm a hot mess.
Note to self: when it is human against trash can, the trash can will always win.
My mind always seems to say "go, go, go" which can be exhausting on me physically. Intentions for this week were to take my workouts easy so that my knees would heal and I would be physically ready for a few 70 mile weeks ahead. While I should be enjoying the scale down this week, instead my mind is frustrated and I keep wanting to find time to pile in more miles. I had to stop myself yesterday when I was mentally ready to take on a double digit run and my knees weren't. The pains are getting better with each day, but it is a slow process here. Telling myself to "wait one more day" was truly a challenge, but listening to the signals my body is sending me is an important step to being the forever runner I want to be and not just a right now runner. The main problem is that there is stiffness preventing my stride from its usual range of motion, but only on the right side of my body. I can only imagine how strange I look running right now, bruised and beaten with an uneven stride. It is probably quite an entertaining thing to watch.
I feel ready for the miles ahead and EXTREMELY anxious and eager to put them in. Just thinking about October and the potential of crossing the line sub 3:10 and knowing that I am going to PR no matter what gives me goosebumps. But, there is a time for everything. Now is the time for a little relaxer in mileage despite what my mind is telling me. So yes I did run 12 miles today, but only because my body said okay. This is still a lower mileage week for me, where I will rack up about 50, compared to the few behind and ahead of me.
After a month of waiting, my ACSM certification finally came in the mail a few days ago. It feels weird. I did 9 months of self study for this test and now I'm a personal trainer. Should I feel different? Shouldn't I have just woken up one morning and been like super buff or something?
Alright Chicago food trucks, you may think you have fooled me for now...
but I'll find you...
until then I'll be enjoying the holiday weekend.
Taking mental pictures of all the beautiful faces in my life,
and celebrating life.