Thursday, April 21, 2011
Monday Morning Wake UP Call From Boston: 4/18
I hadn't attend Teresa's class in months, but I knew what I was getting into. The class was brutal and left me destroyed!
After Teresa's class I weighed myself and saw that my eight was 10 pounds higher now than it had been during the race I PR'ed the 5k. Those 10 pounds cost me a PR on Sunday. I've no excuses for this. I let injuries and mental fatigue get the better of me, and I got complacent. I have improved since the New Year, but I know the truth.
It is time to face some facts, I love running. I want to run all the time, but I need lose weight for so many reasons that extend beyond running, and running alone is not the most effective way for me to lose weight. I'll either breakdown or plateau. I enjoy the fitness classes that I take for the most part, but I tend to shy away from the more difficult classes these days. I hate weights, but they are an extremely effective way to lose weight.
All of these ideas realities were floating around in my noggin as I started tracking AR and Emily as they set fire to Boston. Now, I have NO dreams of EVER running Boston. None, none, none. But, I do have dreams of running faster and longer distances. I also have dreams of being able to walk when I am in my 60's, being able to dress myself, and play with any children that I might one day have.
All of this stuff just kept churning away as I watched AR turn in Rock Star negative split on bum knee, and I just couldn't escape the fact that if I want to achieve my goals I need to pick up some frickin weights, maybe try some yoga, take a break from races, and work. I need to get up early and work my ass off, which is what I am going to do. Work is what every single person in Boston has done, and even though Boston is not my destination, I'll except this wake up call from Boston . . .That's right operator, I'll take the call!