Last week consisted of sparse running and loads of working. About 45 miles of running, and 50 hours of work in. I know, I'm a spoiled A-hole that thinks 50 hours is a lot of work. In that week, I learned something about myself. I'm not a "cram everything in" person. I don't read while I eat. I don't text while I'm talking with people. Rather than cramming everything in, I want to filter out the the things that don't make the cut. The wind makes the cut. I want to hear it rush through the pines and feel it fill my lungs. Why is it that "I don't have time for nurturing my desires and passion, I have a job!" raises fewer eyebrows than "I don't have time to work full-time. Adventure calls?" How does this relate to the dysfunctionally narrow-minded content of this blog?
I love running, but I'm not "in love" with it. It doesn't define who I am. Perhaps that same well-rounded approach is what will keep me from the big leagues(that, my shit diet, and my inability to reach respectable training numbers). It's a vehicle for self-exploration. Not the kind of self-exploration we start doing in our pre-teen years and I still do a little too much of, but, like, the soul-searching kind.
|Running and Writing have helped me free myself from my own busy head. We can control our own minds. .|
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In other babblings...
I honestly don't know if I'd enjoy training at a high volume if I had a full time job. I have the utmost respect for those that do(unless they're dickheads, of course). Cramming in training sessions at odd hours, being tired and distracted from work, and feeling guilty about missing scheduled runs was plaguing me for a little while. I'm not saying that I'll quit running altogether when a full-time job comes along, but rather scale it back and enjoy it for what it is: a hobby. Maybe I'll grow wiser or more dedicated with old age and enjoy a more hectic life. To avoid getting wrapped up in running and falling short of my work commitments, I let running slip for a week. It was preceded by 3 weeks of 90+ miles so a rest week really didn't mess things up too badly. I still spent 8-12 hours a day on my feet, some of it running, carrying heavy things(e.g., children), swimming, and biking. At least I wasn't decaying in my room or sitting in an office.
My parents were in town for a week long visit, so it was great to spend some time with them and do the Colorado tourist stuff that I think I'm too cool to do. I also ate more than I have been since moving here. I guess that's okay, since I'm down 17lbs since my move Westward.
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