Wow, a lot to write about today. Or, more accurately, think out loud about.
First things first: running. Still injured. I ran on Monday night with my run club, and did fine. We did 20 minutes of 6:1s, and I had no problems. I went out on Tuesday, hoping to run 3 easy miles, willing myself to slow down to a 10:30 pace. I made it to 2 miles and then felt the pain kick in. I tried to run through it for about 1 minute, and then realized that it was no good. Burst into tears and started walking home. I had myself a fine little pity party on Tuesday night. Rather than coming home, stretching out, icing my knee and taking Aleve, I took a shower and crawled into bed. I was so upset. To non-runners (or even some runners) maybe it seems silly. It even seemed a little silly to me, when I could step outside my disappointment. But I just couldn’t stop feeling sorry for myself. I knew that night that the marathon was out (maybe…I now have a crazy idea), but I also knew that that wasn’t what was upsetting me the most. It took a bit, but I realized that what upsets me the most is how long it’s going to take to work back to the level of running fitness that I was at. I worked so hard to be so fit and now I have to do it all over again. It’s just so frustrating and disappointing. I know that I have a 4:30 marathon in me, and I really think I have a 3:40 (Boston qualifying time or “BQ”) in me. It’s going to take a lot of hard work, because I’ll be essentially starting over.
Anyway, I tried running on the treadmill on Thursday, thinking that maybe that would be easier on my legs. Wrong. Pain kicked in at exactly two miles. So, I hopped off and did my yoga.
I’d officially given up on TCM until last night when I was talking with some friends and a crazy idea struck me—what if I stopped running completely until the marathon, and then just tried running the marathon? Or maybe run the week before, just to make sure I can run more than 2 miles? Hmmm. It’s a thought. My gal pal Val is running the marathon (we’ve run Grandma’s together twice), and it’d be fun to run with her. Anyway, it’s an idea.
The good thing about my ITBS is that I’m re-discovering how much I love my bike. Even considering doing the Iron Girl again after all this year.
And speaking of biking, it’s been fun to have this week off and watch the Tour. I’ve been pulling for Team Garmin Chipotle, and it looks like Christian VandeVelde will finish fourth this year; go Christian!
Next topic: vacation. Abe and I got back from our Western adventure in Yellowstone just a week ago. It was a great vacation, but I was glad to be home. It wasn’t the most relaxing vacation, which I guess I knew going into it. I just didn’t realize how much we’d be in the car during the actual vacation. Yellowstone is HUGE. Absolutely huge, and you have to drive at least 50 miles one way to get to any “attractions.” We never did see Old Faithful, because we couldn’t find parking!! One day, we drove down to Grand Teton National Park, and that was definitely my favorite day (despite the sulking I did hiking around Jenny Lake. I don’t even remember why I was being such a pissant.). Coming back on the boat shuttle across Jenny Lake, I got out the binoculars and saw climbers crossing a lower snowfield on Grand Teton and that was awesome. Much to Abe’s chagrin, I want to climb Grand Teton. ☺
In fact, I wouldn’t mind using this running injury to actually try a climbing class, but I’m a little apprehensive about going to Vertical Endeavors, b/c I really don’t want to run into Aaron (my ex). But Midwest Mountaineering really only has a bouldering cave.
Final topic: what am I going to do with my life? So, I start back at Target on Monday. I’m excited, and a little nervous. I’m anxious to know what area I’ll be training in, and I’m a little nervous about the Merchandising world. I figure I’ll either love it or hate it. Actually, I probably shouldn’t let myself think that! It’ll be different than TSS, I know. I think it’ll be good. I’m excited.
Also, curiousity got the best of me last week. I still never received a decision letter from St. Kate’s, regarding the post-baccalaureate nursing program, so I decided to call. Turns out, I’m “rather high up” on the alternate list (to quote the admissions director); I could get a spot in the program for this fall or next January, and still start in the January 2010 nursing courses. I was pretty surprised. Mostly because I forgot that being an alternate was even an option! The admissions director did also say that they are considering giving each alternate a guaranteed spot in the Fall 2009 program. It sounded like a done deal, but I’m not sure if it was. So it seems that I have a spot, eventually, if I want it.
Of course, I had already decided that I wasn’t going to nursing school, but equally of course, I’m second-guessing my second-guessing.
I had my reasons for deciding not to do it, and they are definitely still factors. But I wonder if I still just want to do it. Or if I know that I’ll just always wonder…it’ll always be that thing that I keep coming back to. I don’t know. Not making a decision. Keeping my spot on the list, I guess. One good thing is that it’ll give me some time off from school, and that is good.
Anyway, that’s my life up until this point, sitting on the futon, watching the final stage of the Tour de France, still recovering my from Chipotle last night. Abe won free Chipotle for 10 people so we had a burrito party last night. In honor of Team Garmin Chipotle, I had the chicken burrito. Yum, such a treat. I biked for 2 hours yesterday afternoon, too, to justify it.
It’s hard to feel like I can eat like I used to, when I’m not working out as hard. I biked 25 miles yesterday and only burned about 700 calories (according to my Garmin). I was like, dang! If I had ran 25 miles, I would’ve burned like 3,000 calories.
Ok, time for more coffee.
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