Weekly recap: 3 miles on the treadmill, 12:00 average, socks
So, some of us are out there killing 22- and 27-milers in soul-sucking heat and humidity. Others, determined to stay positive and maintain fitness while unable to run, have been cross-training like madmen. And then there are the rest of us, who have been sitting immobile on our asses for the past two weeks. We do this to make the rest of you feel really good about yourselves. YOU'RE WELCOME. And also because we've been sidelined, sick, and completely uninterested in cross-training.
Yes, this is the sad state of affairs here at JJo headquarters. Last year when I couldn't run, I'm pretty sure I increased my activity level, doing hours of (boot-clad) walking, swimming, at-home pilates, and light spinning. This year, my heart's just not in it. I want to run or hike. That's it. The weather's not really cooperating with me on the hiking front (the Chugach Mountains should be renamed "mud" every August), so for now I'm "Lazing Jeano."
But you know what? Who cares? Sure, I'm significantly weaker than I was on June 22 and carrying around 5 or 6 extra pounds (about that... my appetite's still raging despite the fact that I don't move anymore), but I'm going to be just fine. The world's not crashing down around me, my jeans still fit (for now...), and I've got more important things on my mind. Like having fun and, holy shit, moving to a place where I have no housing and no friends (or even acquaintances)!
That's not to say I'm not itching to run again. In fact, I ran 3 amazing miles this morning and loved every second of it. I just mean that I'm finally being chill about my running (although let's be serious: if I were training for something right now, I'd be flipping the f-ck out). Finally. It's unfortunate that I've lost a lot of the fitness I worked so hard to gain, but in the long run, running injury-free is much more important to me than getting back to higher mileage as soon as possible. It definitely helps that I'm moving to ultraland and have ultra fever. I can't wait to get going on that once I've figured out my life.
Oh, and can we just pretend I never mentioned that half marathon next weekend? I'm fairly certain I could run 13 reasonably-paced miles right now, but given my recent mileage (or lack thereof), doing so would be dumb. This, my friends, is why I don't talk about running in my normal life. Now I have to go crawling back to my coworker to tell her that not only am I not going to win, but I'm not even going to run. I'm really looking forward to the "scared by the competition, huh?" comments I'm sure to receive.
I'll leave you with what has become one of my favorite pictures (collages?), and my motivation to get back out there even if the weather blows.