It’s been a morbid few months, weeks, days… Still here I am trying to pick up the pieces of my life… It’s been a few months, but it seems like it’s been an eternity since I’ve been on my bike, ran my usual daily miles or had my weekly swim practice.
I honestly don’t even know if I am interested anymore…That’s probably the depression talking nonsense in my ear… These things use to be my go-to stress relievers, my daily aims, to be better than the day before…. and now… my shoes are hanging there gathering dust. My goggles have dried out, and I don’t even know where my biking helmet is anymore. I’ve been saying for the longest time, “I’m gonna get a new one next week”.
Next week just doesn’t seem to get here…yet!
I’ve noticed that I have like 8 drafted titles from my 2014 Roadtrip to write, upload and publish… I will likely get there… One Day… (those magic words)
In the meantime… patience is all I need… I’ll be back… not yet… but I will….
It’s been done, and there is no going back. I have managed to run a 5K, in a decent time…actually it doesn’t even matter…fast, slow, slower…point is, I did it. My first 5K without any breaks… I haven’t done that in what seems to be forever….(15 years, pretty shameful).
Couple of weeks ago, I got fitted for some new gear. Got me and the hubby some awesome running kicks. The paradox of choice is what drives me crazy everytime. Luckily, there is always help when you needed. Out of the thousands many brands, types, colors, functionalities, I have managed to get one that is right for me, my feet, my built, my running style. Guess what?! They feel awesome. 🙂 Continue reading It’s ok to start over…As long as you don’t quit…→
Besides the doctor’s orders that I have been keeping myself to, there was some distractions these last few weeks, that kept me busy. We have been celebrating Carnival for the past 60 years on this island. And this year was again one on the biggest celebrations of the year. People fly from all over the world to indulge in the festivities, either as a spectator or as a participant. My brother flew in from SF to join the parades and dance for hours on end in the parades. Me, on the other hand… was suffering from back pain, and was on orders to be calm, be smart and behave… no Carnival dancing for 6 hours straight…
After my no-activity weekend, a follow up visit to the chiropractor on Monday reveals that I am still not ready for high-impact activities.
Verdict number 2: – NO activities for the week,
– NO jumping during Carnival activities
So, while avoiding high-impact sports I turn to the thing I have been avoiding, biking. It is awesome, I totally forgot the feeling of being on a bike. I am happy and now, I want to do it again, and again, and again. Scheduling a weekly biking and swimming hour into my training schedule, will compensate for dropping the extra days of running. Obviously my spine needs me to take it easier on myself. Hopefully, after my chiropractic visit today I will get cleared for running next week. I am staring to miss running, after years of not doing it… 😉
As I am reaching the end of my first training schedule, I feel happy and confident that I have made it, this far without quitting. I am a quitter, I love to leave thing unfinished… That sewing project, is still waiting. My career as an artist, is still waiting on that portfolio… let’s not talk about that college degree, which is missing only my thesis, the biggest and hardest part. But this I am confident I can handle. Monday I did my first ever 2.75 miles, without many walking breaks, I was exhilarated. I could have gone the whole 5K, was it not for the training schedule telling me that’s the distance for this week, and the fact that it would mean, a longer walk back to my car.Continue reading The verdict, doctor’s orders…→
I like myself…the amount of self-love is a bit nauseating, I am awesome! Slowly and steadily adding distance to my runs, it feels like a piece of cake, sometimes more like a slap in the face… a death wish… but then when it’s al over, I’m revived, and ready for the next training session…
What I am struggling with though, is to find the courage to get back on the bike… The road, my enemy, my archenemy scares me… OK, not much so the road, as the amount of hills, the abusive wind, the scorching sun and the traffic 😦