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Sometimes I'm my own stumbling block.
Oct. 7th, 2007 01:34 amSeveral of you have asked: how goes the running?
Answer: It hasn't. In the excitement of moving and new house and so forth, September was an enormous wash. Which worried me, but not excessively, because I've been on track for the 10K without a problem, and I've been active, so by the end of the month, I'll start up again, and be fine. Except: apparently there was a snafu with both my deferment and my registration for the 10K, so now I'm running neither. In the interim, my eating's also turned crappy and my weight's gone up.
Translation: Sometimes I'm just dumb.
Fine.
There are, as I see this right now, two options. The first is to angst over not making the goal I set. The second is to quit whining and use the next six weeks before work starts to get back on track with running. I choose the second. The hardest part, actually, is not the choice, but having to own up to the folks that know about my goal that I'm not going to make it. At bottom, though, this is about me, and my health, and my self-esteem, and I'm not going to let myself rationalize this one, which equates to letting myself fall back into the bottomless pit of inactivity and weight issues. Life's too good right now to let this drag it down.
Tomorrow's agenda is full, but Monday stretches wide-open, and I'm going running, come hell or high water. I'm going to start back at the three-mile mark, which is a reliable hour of activity, and go from there.
So: PLEASE KEEP ASKING. The fact that people DO ask has made it much harder to let myself avoid the issue.
More on Monday - and soon after that, an update on house, dog #2, and random other nonsense.
Answer: It hasn't. In the excitement of moving and new house and so forth, September was an enormous wash. Which worried me, but not excessively, because I've been on track for the 10K without a problem, and I've been active, so by the end of the month, I'll start up again, and be fine. Except: apparently there was a snafu with both my deferment and my registration for the 10K, so now I'm running neither. In the interim, my eating's also turned crappy and my weight's gone up.
Translation: Sometimes I'm just dumb.
Fine.
There are, as I see this right now, two options. The first is to angst over not making the goal I set. The second is to quit whining and use the next six weeks before work starts to get back on track with running. I choose the second. The hardest part, actually, is not the choice, but having to own up to the folks that know about my goal that I'm not going to make it. At bottom, though, this is about me, and my health, and my self-esteem, and I'm not going to let myself rationalize this one, which equates to letting myself fall back into the bottomless pit of inactivity and weight issues. Life's too good right now to let this drag it down.
Tomorrow's agenda is full, but Monday stretches wide-open, and I'm going running, come hell or high water. I'm going to start back at the three-mile mark, which is a reliable hour of activity, and go from there.
So: PLEASE KEEP ASKING. The fact that people DO ask has made it much harder to let myself avoid the issue.
More on Monday - and soon after that, an update on house, dog #2, and random other nonsense.
