• Another 100 Days of Good Karma: Day 181 (Setting Mini Goals – Round 4)


    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.


    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…



    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.


    Well… where was I?

    *ticking thoughts off on fingers*

    Excuses. Cockroaches. Sexually deprived rabbits.

    Oh yes.

    Strength training.

    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.

    1. Surgery is coming up and I will be incapable of working out for a while.
    2. I’ll lose all the progress I’ve gained before surgery.
    3. Strength training is hard.
    4. I don’t wanna.


    *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!

    Don’t want to leave a comment, but have something you want to share?  Send me an email at gettingthewordswrong(at)gmail(dot)com.


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7 Responsesso far.

  1. Leah Senona says:

    I am printing this post out and re-reading it until it sinks in. This is just the come-to-jesus sort of post I needed to be confronted with. Thank you.

  2. Tina Smith says:

    WOOT! More goals! *Tina shouts above the wild applause and sounds of sexually deprived rabbits*

    Time to go to town on them. (The goals, not the rabbits).


    I’m just going to leave now.

  3. marriannad says:

    This is going to sound so easy and so strange, however, I have discovered the art of crawling on all fours. It is HARD when I don’t have any upper body strength. I’ve had to do some crawling recently when I couldn’t get up on one leg or fell off my knee scooter in the middle of the night for a bathroom stroll. Even learning to use the knee scooter takes more upper body strength than I thought it would. Plus it forces me to use my abs for better posture. During the next 6 weeks, I’m going to work on upper body strength with my 5 lb. weights. I will do this and maybe I’ll set a goal like you do. Thank you for your encouragement.

    • Meghan says:

      Hi, Marrianna! That’s not strange, though I’m sorry to hear you fell. Believe me, crawling on all fours is no stranger than doing a bear crawl (which is maybe the most undignified exercise in the history of physical activity). I fell in the middle of the night once after chemotherapy. It was equal parts frustrating, humiliating and terrifying. It was also an experience I hope to never repeat. If crawling on all fours builds up your upper body strength so you don’t fall anymore, then by all means, crawl away. We spend too much time worrying about what exercise we’re ‘supposed’ to do because we see it on TV rather than doing the exercises that work for us. Best wishes! ~Meghan

  4. Cindy Smith says:

    Love the goals! And I need to work on some for myself. Last year was horrible and I would so like to never see one like that again, but this body isn’t what it used to be and it was never great to begin with. Diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis at 11 years of age is all I need to say. Crawling on all fours to get to potty is, unfortunately, something I am very familiar with. Had to do it many times before my first hip surgery.

    So, good luck with your goals! I will be cheering you on! (Now, did I say something about goals for myself? Oh wait, there’s a chocolate chip cookie.–Just had to!)

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