Friday, July 27, 2012

Go with the flow, bitch!

I am a control freak.  It's no secret nor is it some earth-shattering revelation.  But I'm learning to recognize situations where I can't control losing control.  Like this week, for example.  I've just started a protracted training schedule for a half marathon that I only have ten weeks to prepare for and can't afford to slack on.  AT ALL.  I've finally found a cross-training cardio workout that I enjoy enough that I want to get out of bed for in the morning - on the weekend even.  And what happens?  I come down with a stomach bug. 

It started Monday afternoon and instead of getting to go to my Monday night gym class, I writhed in pain on the couch all night.  I suffered all day Tuesday.  Even more horrid because Tuesday was the Utah Pioneer Day holiday and I had the entire day off to fit my run into at leisure.  I was so sick that I laid around all morning so I could muster the strength to smiled through the pain long enough to hang out with the neighbors for a few hours.  No run for me that day.  I had a full day of meetings in the office on Wednesday and powered through them all, visually suffering enough that my co-workers told me repeatedly that I should go home.  Thank god for work from home Thursdays that I spent on the couch.   I'm almost feeling back to normal today with only a few minor abdominal pains remaining.  I woke up with high hopes that I could run.  Packed my gym back and dragged it with me to work this morning and everything.  But, alas, did not feel up for it still this afternoon. 

The control freak in me is seriously freaking out that I cannot afford to lose an entire week of training. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND - AN ENTIRE WEEK!  The zen girl who is starting to emerge at random times has her by the throat shouting "suck it up, bitch and go with the flow.  It is what it is!"  I like to call that zen girl, my inner runner.  The one who exists now only because I run.  What an oxymoron.  My inner runner telling my inner control freak to quick freaking out that I can't run...  Wrap your brain around that one!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

A pause to reset

What's the best thing when you're in a funk with a broken give-a-damn?  A ten-day vacation where most of the time you are off the grid and completely unplugged from everyday life.  Hubby and I took the girls to Montana for the Fourth of July holiday.  It was exactly what I needed and started the process of returning to my old new self.  After four days of river rafting, a day of boating and a whole lot of relaxing I was almost back to feeling normal again.

When we got back, I committed myself to training for a half-marathon in the fall.  My thought process is that if I don't have anything looming that could kill me without training, I won't force myself to train.  There are a couple in the Sept/October time frame that look like I could do them fun so I counted the weeks between now and then.  (So I'd know the last possible minute I could hold off training and still have enough time.)  The first one is only 10 weeks away.  That is not a lot of time considering most half-marathon training plans are 12 weeks.  YIKES!  So, I started looking at training programs and getting my mind focused on regular running again.  Since I haven't run a step - unless you count that sprint in the rain from the store to the car - since Ragnar a month ago.

Meanwhile, I have a good friend who recently joined the same gym I go to.  She has a completely different schedule as me so she goes during the day and I'm an evenings and weekend girl - when I have time to go.  We were talking and comparing gym stories.  She's a group fitness girl, I'm a loner.  She has a favorite class and I love yoga - which is the only group fitness I do - which both occur on Saturday mornings.  That's the one day a week we could both go.  I told her I'd try out hydro training if she'd go with me to yoga and try it.  Our schedules finally lined up yesterday to allow a 4-hour trip to the gym so we did it.  I got up at 7:00 - that's AM! - and was at the gym in the pool by  8:00.  Guess what?  I LOVE Hydro Training.  It is basically hard core aerobic circuit training in the pool.  And according to the instructor will never make me have sore muscles because the lactic acid doesn't have a chance to build up since the movement of the water massages it away.  Amazing.  I have found my favorite cross-training activity!  After class, we warmed up in the hot tub then dried off in the sauna and changed into regular workout clothes for 75 minutes of yoga.  It was heated yoga, which I've never done before, and it was the hardest yoga I've ever done.  Nor have I ever sweat that much before.  You know it's a workout when you have a little puddle of sweat on the floor in front of your mat AND you are sliding around in sweat where your feet go.  I should have paid attention to everyone with towels on the top and bottom of their mats...  Three hours of hard-core exercise later, I had magically started to feel back to myself.

Today I have deliciously sore muscles - I'm sure from the yoga - where every movement comes with a twinge of soreness reminding me of all my hard work.  I basked in the glow of that feeling while mapping out my new workout schedule which hopefully will mesh better with Big Sister's new dance schedule we got yesterday after try-outs.  Four days of running, two days of cross training hydro style and a day of rest.  Only one day will be a bitch to try and fit this all into but even if one run a week doesn't happen and the rest does I'll be ready in twelve weeks for another half.  I do believe my give-a-damn is officially fixed!