Last week I lost my mind momentarily and somehow registered for this race
It's been 8 years since my last Turkey Trot, which was this same race. I guess that I figured
"hell...since I'm here and I'm not really planning on racing much for the next year why not?".
When I registered my initial thought was that this would be a great race to try to place in. There are 7,000+ runners with a pretty deep field where I wouldn't be racing in a no mans land. Before I pulled the trigger on this race I was thinking that a top 3 female finish would be a definite possibility, than I did my research where the results historically show the top 3 women all sub 18.
Yea, that would be nice...
but 99% sure that isn't going to happen on 11/22.
In all reality I haven't really done much speed work since late August. All the workouts I have done have been kind of a meeeehhh quality where a sub 18 finish would be nothing short of a miracle in 18 days. Realistically I think I just need to go out there and just run what I can right now and let go of any time expectation appreciating the fact that I'm fit enough to toe the line of a 5k and run a semi-decent time while having fun.
Hopefully I'll be able to get in 5-6 workouts before the race, but with the way things are going lately I would say that most likely that won't happen because life seems to constantly have other plans for me.
It would be the understatement of the year to say that a lot has changed in the past 2 months since leaving the city for me. I left kicking and screaming for a reason, because I knew my life was about to do a complete 180 that I wasn't really sure I was quite ready for.
There would be no more afternoons relaxing along the lakefront.
No more Saturday night we are young adventures.
No more frolicking about through the Chicago streets immune to responsibility and structure.
No more blissful ignorance to the fact that I'm quickly approaching 30 and my biological alarm clock is ticking.
Adjusting to spending my Saturdays doing housework and scrubbing toilets where by 7:30 pm the neighborhood is a ghost town and there is literally not a single place to go in the evening that isn't flooded with punky teenagers has been odd.
I miss the creamy rich lattes from independent kitchy coffee shops, I miss the laid back atmosphere 20-something hipsters create, and I have been desperately dreaming about being the lakefront.
But I've been rolling with the punches anyhow where the new adjustments my life has seen are slowly beginning to grow on me where I'm learning to let go of how things were and instead love how great things can be.
I've decided to give up personal training.
In all honesty I never really liked being a PT anyhow. Being a personal trainer is less about creating training plans for individuals that leave them feeling challenged and encourage them to push themselves and more about constantly trying to hop over excuse hurdles than I care to deal with. There were days that I felt like a babysitter and would get overly frustrated when I would care more about a persons well being than they would, which was the red flag for me to start thinking about moving on. So I did.
My professional focus has shifted to becoming a better running coach and running guru.
Instead of trying to know a little bit about a lot of fitness areas, it has made more sense to me to focus solely on one area of fitness that I like, which is obviously running. Taking a part time job at a local running store seemed like the next logical progression for my career, and I'm glad that I made an impulse impromptu decision where I jumped on an unexpected and exciting opportunity. There is no better way to spend a day than surrounded by an interesting mix of runners that make you feel like you are completely normal in all your oddness.
Focused training is starting to seem less and less important.
Setting challenging goals and pouring myself into them has been a way of life for me the past few years. There were times when training trumped other things that it shouldn't have where my goals somehow became more important than they should have been. Gaining a bit of perspective about where my priorities lie these days, which is warmly humbling. Taking a step back from trying to be the best runner and instead trying to be the best well rounded person I can be right now has become much more important to me.
Yes, I've found myself on multiple occasions daily where I seem to be unintentionally planning for life's next step. This is very unlike me as I've shifted over to more of a go-with-flow kinda gal in recent years. Thinking about filling my house with children and the things that bring us warmth as a couple has taken over most of my thoughts that were once filled with splits and mileage. It's weird. Really weird.
It's been strange for me trying to figure out how this blog fits into my life these days. Some days it just feels silly to pour my heart out on here when I have a list a mile long of things that are still awaiting my attention. Not sure where the progression of this blog is to be heading yet, but it's been quietly on my mind when things have been silent here on Chicago Runner Girl.
But if I've learned anything over the past few months, it's that sometimes you've just got to roll with the punches and see where life takes you.