jeff (that party-pooper!) wants us to think of things to be grateful for.
After the fearsome eight miles on the treadmill on Tuesday morning, I was truly wiped out. All day Tuesday, and all day Wednesday. Someone at work asked me on Wednesday morning what happened to me the night before? (A pleasant good morning to you, too!) Which was funny, since my torture session was Tuesday morning, not night. Apparently, I didn't look so hot.
So for once I listened to my body, skipped the track, and went home and slept. This morning I got up, and as usual, thought that my running days were over because I had skipped a workout. As in I thought: you will never run again. (Yes, Craig: Running Is Mental.)
I decided to go out nice and easy and try, try, try to just enjoy it, for God's sake, and screw the time. I ran four miles (brain to jeanne: you can't run four miles!) very s-l-o-w-l-y. It was early a.m., coolish, and a soft drizzle began.
I'd have to have been dead not to have loved being out on the trail in those conditions.
So let's roll back 'round to jeff. I remembered this morning to be thankful that I can run, walk, move, at any speed, because it makes no difference whether I'm fast or slow. I'm moving. And I'm gonna keep moving.
So there.
Then I went to Bikram tonight and wanted to upchuck.
Just so we keep things in perspective.
13 comments:
Bikram. Doesn't that translate to upchuck?
You're so existential too. "I run therefore I am."
Heidegger wrote Being and Time. I define Being as Running and trying to do so in the quickest Time possible. (It goes a lot deeper than that but I won't go into it here.)
sleep, puke, whatever...
keep on running Jeanne; you *can* do it.
Go, girl, go! Your running spirit is calling and it wants to go outside!
oh man - I forgot all about being grateful. I'll have to get right on that. Can I just be grateful that I have resisted Bikram for this long?
Yep, every so often, I throw in a run at any speed, since just the gift of being able to put one foot in front of the other is reward enough.
I think that the 8 miles on the treadmill is a nightmare that you will never forget.
hey...guess what?
i skip workouts sometimes, too.
"It makes no difference whether I'm fast or slow. I'm moving. And I'm going to keep moving."
Okay, that keep my body in motion on Saturday. Thanks!
nuh uh!!! jeff so doesn't skip workouts. i'm onto him. he's like that smart kid in school who always get A's on the tests, and then one day after being dubbed the smart kid, he gets a C on a test, but you know its only because he calculated exactly how many he'd have to get wrong to still pass, and answered just enough for a 79%..
he's totally that kid.
*i* was that kid. i can spot'em a mile away! ;)
anyway, be thankful you're not sick. this week i've done exactly nothing active and it's wearing on me.
count yourself lucky!
Sometimes it's just about getting out the door. The speed or the plan is unimportant.
jeanne lol, great post. and i so think the same thing when i miss a workout!! so weird. sunday i'm running 9 for the first time i bet i'll be a real peach monday am!
WTG on the 8 miles, that is a huge number! I am starting to learn it's ok to rest, to recover, to not go as far and as hard every time. Ha, I sound like an expert in my vast two month experience.
I, too, am grateful I can move. Must remember that. Good post.
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