I am this close *pinching my fingers together* to having my full Chicago race report ready to post. I Promise! However.....
It's been 2 weeks now since my running of the Chicago Marathon. Recovery has been pretty brutal. This turning 40 stuff has been a real game changer!! However, I am at least wise in my years and am taking my rest & recovery to a whole new level. One that I've never done before. So, 2 weeks of nothing! Well, I do teach classes, coach running & have a son in his last weeks of cross country so inevitably there has been plenty of movement going on. A by product of being an active person. Nothing formal to speak of & I'm actually pretty proud that I'm attempting to do this right. So all you well intended nay-sayers who like to lecture that I just do too much....shush!
Coming off this break though I am itching to get back to a regular workout routine. I'll expand in another post how I'll specifically handle my running, In the meantime I planned to get back to my normal routine, but scaling back on all the running I usually do. That means that Monday's start off with a solid chunk of non running cardio & weights. A good 2-2.5 hours of working out was sounding pretty heavenly. Except last night (or rather this morning) I didn't go to bed until 1:30 a.m. And my regular routine has me out of bed at 4 a.m. Do the math.....that just wasn't going to happen, Although being the eternal optimistic person I still set my alarm. And when it went off, I re-set it for 15 minutes later in case I somehow sprung out of bed all energized and ready to go. Yeah, no. Have I mentioned how things have really changed now that I'm 40?
I still didn't get a full night of sleep, but going on more than 3 hours was much more ideal. When I woke up, I was kinda mad and beating myself up. I mean it's not like I was up late for piddly reasons. Some days there just are not enough hours in the day and last night, actually all of yesterday, I was on a roll getting things done left and right. And it feels so good to be productive! So even with my good intentions and productivity I was pretty mad at myself. Kind of the wallow in self pity and want to give up and do nothing, but eat doughnuts and get fat kinda thinking.
But I realized that just because things didn't go perfectly, just because I wasn't up doing my ideal workout doesn't mean I had to give up completely. I threw some clothes on and headed out the door for a run. This worked out perfectly anyway because my return plan to running actually has me doing very little. So since I didn't have a lot of time I set out to run 1 mile. I'm testing the waters anyway to see how I'm going to feel in light of all of the pain and problems I was having leading up to Chicago, Since I didn't have time for a full set of weights I also threw in a Les Mills Grit Strength workout too. I need to be practicing that for my class that I'll teach later this week. In the end, I felt like it was a win-win.
While I tend to be a worse case scenario thinker and a feast or famine/all or nothing do-er, I also am eternally optimistic and will always see the glass as half full. Or if it's empty then figure out how to get it filled up again. So I'm back. It's not what I had planned for or wanted, but I never intended to walk away for good. I'm going to keep fighting to get me back on track.