I’m doing Monday mornings blog tonight, so that it will be waiting any straggler that happens upon Analytical-life.com looking for a new post, or just something to read, on time for a change. This last month I was too damaged to run or even get a very fulfilling work out, but I’m cleared for full duty and hit it hard this weekend to get the tear-down going on. My body hurts all over, so i must have given it a good go. This pain is a good sign. AND…the rain finally came, after weeks of not a drop, it’s been drizzling most of today and all evening.
I dislike injuries, not just because of the pain, but because they disrupt my entire process. One thing that I discovered as well is that the running helps clear the cobwebs from my brain and I write a lot more often. No running=fewer blogs. I upped the stakes finally and went from my smaller scale 5k runs to a 5 miler as well, as part of my philosophy that each injury demands that my comeback include a harder routine. I’m at a disadvantage again…having to start with the zero-equipment work outs, work my way back up to weights and machines. I’m already back to weights…but not in full force. I’ve used the additional time I gained from smaller work outs and not running to fill my brain. My endorphin feed being a bit low the last four weeks, I sought to read news rather than mysteries, and history over fiction. I enjoy both, but I needed reality, not escape.
And I have to thank my old friend and occasional mother fill-in, Gail Galey for a poke in the arm to get my competitive juices flowing again. She’s kicking butt on her own program, and showing me that I am occasionally just a little to namby-pamby, and should put up or shut up…so I’m putting up. Thank you Mama Gail…you are an inspiration.
This week will be hell in some ways: no matter the pain, I have to put in the 15 miles I promised myself…and the push ups by the hundreds, crunches to the thousands, and work myself back in to pre-injury form, not to mention getting back on track for my eating habits. Too much sugar and fat, not enough protein.
No slacking. None. well…maybe a glass or two of wine here and there. ;)
It’s not perspiration, it’s liquid inspiration. I can ‘t sit still and let my life pass me by any more than I already have. If I lose a dollar, I can work a little longer and gain it back, but if I lose a day, an hour, a minute, it’s gone. The month that my injury cost me is time that is gone and that I have to hope to reclaim. All I can do is put forth the effort to play catch up and hope to get in the place that i was before. My life, like everyone’s, seeps away, whether I play hard, work hard, or waste time in idle pursuit…so i can’t let any more idle time creep in than naturally exists.
So back to the one thing I do well, and that’s rebuild. I’m not a total disaster, I just have to get back on the track. The run was a success, the eating habits are getting back to where they need to be, and the 5 milers will be as easy to me as my 5k’s once were.
Work with me. push me. use me for motivation, or ask motivation of me. We can do this.
Marc, I just found this post yesterday. It brought tears to my eyes. I have found your facebook posts an inspiration as well and miss you when you don’t post for a while. I really enjoy your wicked sense of humor.
I have started my own blog (see website info above) if you are interested in tracking what I’m doing. Working with a personal trainer is the best thing I could have done. I would probably have bailed on the fitness program by now if not for Jesse. He doesn’t treat me like the geriatric case that I am and pushes me forward at every session. As you can see from the photo, which was taken yesterday, I still have a way to go to reach my goal. I guess I need to post a “before” photo. I’ve “liked” this blog on facebook to remind me to check it regularly.
BTW, may I use the paragraph you wrote in my blog?
Mama Gail