Thursday, January 8, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 2.30 miles; Running Total: 116.8 miles)
Day 181 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
I’m feeling much better, so you know what that means! It’s time for another round of mini goals!
*the crowd goes wild*
*I wait for the applause to die down.*
*It takes a long time.*
Okay so quick recap of the last round of goals.
I met my goal of 100 miles with a week to spare. I exceeded that 100 miles by 13 miles.
Not bad. Not as much as I wanted, but not bad.
I had delusions of beating that goal by 50 miles or more. Never mind that I was only used to 15 miles a week. I wanted that extra 50. It would look pretty in print and I had to have it.
PAUSE A MOMENT.
A quick lesson in ‘realistic goal setting’.
Breaking 100 miles was a realistic goal. Breaking it by 50 miles was ambition to the point of lunacy.
Setting goals like ‘I’m going to do 50 miles this week’ when I’m only used to 15 miles a week is a recipe for discouragement not to mention injury.
‘Realistic goal setting’ means setting a goal you have to work for, not die for.
So 100 miles – check.
Ha ha, 100 miles! Eat my dust!
As for the other goals: Planking and foam rolling.
Shit sort of fell apart here.
I didn’t do these. Either one. Not once.
What can I say?
My exercise muse was eaten by the holidays. Oh and I have cancer. And I was on chemotherapy. And it was cold. And the stars weren’t aligned properly. And…
PAUSE ANOTHER MOMENT.
These are excuses.
Excuses are like cockroaches. Not the big Texas size roaches that creep into your house looking for water to drink or maybe a baby to eat. Those things are horrifying and they give me nightmares of finding 10,000 of them in my bed and in my mouth and in my hair and – UUUUUUHHHHH. *shudder*
No, excuses are more insidious than giant baby eating cockroaches.
Excuses are the nasty little roaches that signify true filth is happening somewhere in your proximity. You know that if you see one of these little fuckers on the counter there are 4 billion brothers and sisters and children and wives and concubines living in the walls laughing at the big dumb human that thinks she runs shit.
(cue tiny roach voice: Ha ha, foolish human! Let’s see you survive a nuclear war!)
Excuses scurry about with their tiny spiked feet multiplying in the dark and insecure places of our souls. If you see one excuse you know there are bound to be more.
So when you see an excuse, kill it. Because it’ll multiply faster than a hoard of sexually deprived rabbits.
THUS ENDETH THE LESSON.
Well… where was I?
*ticking thoughts off on fingers*
Excuses. Cockroaches. Sexually deprived rabbits.
So planks and foam rolling didn’t happen because I didn’t make them happen.
When it came down to it, I didn’t want to take the 3 minutes a day for planks and 10 minutes a day for foam rolling. I was literally too lazy to take 13 minutes out of 24 hours for foam rolling and planking.
Laziness happens to the best of us. Acknowledge it and move on. Don’t let it become a way of life.
So, new goals:
My next milestone is surgery on January 28. I don’t think I’m allowed to work out the morning of surgery, so that makes my goal end date January 27th.
Between January 7th (day 180) and January 27th (day 200) I want to:
Run/walk/elliptical/bike/whatever an average of 2.5 miles a day.
That’s 2.5 miles for 20 days. 2.5 x 20 = 50 miles. So by January 27th I want to be at 113 miles + 50 miles = 163 miles.
I couldn’t do 50 miles in a week but can I do it in 20 days?
I don’t know. It’s a stretch, but I’m gonna try. I’m already 3.8 miles in. Not a bad start.
As for strength training, I’m tempted to let it slide this time. Why bother with strength training when I won’t be able to do it for a while after surgery?
Wait… do you hear that? Those tiny, insidious steps rustling in the dark?
Let’s identify the excuses, shall we? Turn the light on their scaly little bodies, so to speak.
(KILL THEM! KILL THE EXCUSES BEFORE THEY CAN BREED!)
*excuses freeze, then scatter from the light.*
*I stomp all over excuses. Hear them crunch beneath my running shoes before they can scurry back into my mind-walls.*
(several minutes later)
Phheeew! (*wipes forehead*) That’ll get you heart rate up.
Okay, so setting a strength training goal.
I found this link: 10 exercises you can do without the gym.
I’m going to go with numbers 1, 2 and 3: Bear crawls, mountain climbers and wall sits.
I’ll alternate days so I don’t get bored. That gives me a better chance of following through this time. Each one should only take about 10 minutes. I can do 10 minutes.
No, no. Wait. Revise.
I will do 10 minutes.
Today’s silver lining: I’m just grateful to be moving again.
I think of how many people would be happy with just being able to move. It’s something I remind myself of each time those sneaky excuses poke questing antennas out of their creepy little hiding holes in the corner.
*gives evil-eye to the corner*
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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