I’ll be taking a few days off. My body has finally given up: I pushed myself a little too far while doing some of the renovation work over the weekend and despite running a full and a half marathon, travelling to both ends of the continent, fighting off numerous proto-infections that threatened to derail everything, and doing dozens of hours of manual labour over the last two weeks while never taking a single minute more off of work, that part where I reached above the stove to adjust some venting was the metaphorical straw that broke… well, actually MY back. I’ve been sidelined and I think it’s my cue to take some down time for a couple weeks. When I can actually walk again without slouching in subtle pain, maybe I’ll do some short, slow runs, but until then…
It sounds ridiculously stubborn, but admitting I was ill enough to take some sick days… from both work and running.
It’s Sunday morning at 8:30 am and I’m sitting at the kitchen table in my pajamas writing a blog post. This is odd if only because this is the time usually reserved in my hectic schedule for plodding through the streets in neon fabrics and getting sweaty in the trails with my friends. I’ve taken a week off so far hoping that the rest and light cross-training I’ve been doing will improve the situation with my legs… which are still bugging me. As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve narrowed the problem down to a sciatic nerve issue. It’s not pinched. It’s not compressed. It’s just irritated because I’ve let my core strength fall below the threshold whereby the abuse I put my body through is mitigated by strong muscles that prevent too much injury. The balance has been tipped, and I need to rest, strengthen, and rebuild before I start pushing myself back into the winter of training. So, I’m missing my Sunday run. And this probably means I’ve written off the whole “half-per-month” plan as I would probably die on the side of the route if I tried a half right now. Frustration fills my legs as they itch to get out on a trail, but that is quickly countered by a familiar tingling in my tissues. Soon… but not too soon. *sigh*
One of the problems falling sideways out of a dedicated running schedule is that on those occasions when you need to break out of it, say for a rest after two weekends of back to back long races, is that you tend to feel more guilty than restful. I made the rational decision to consider my mental and physical state and (given the rainy day we’re having) take a day off and instead enjoy a coffee and a treat and some quiet time. Rather than feeling restful, however, I just feel guilty for skipping my run. I guess I need to work on that whole life and balance thing. *sigh*
…a couple days off.
After school and work are done, we like to steal a few minutes. We’re supposed to be practicing piano, doing homework, or getting ready for an evening run. But instead, we’re camped on the couch playing with our gadgets.
I’m usually on the computer and she’s on her iPod. We need a few minutes to relax and let things mellow out before we jump back into the fray. Like father, like daughter.
Shhhh… don’t tell mom.
It’s been 8 days since the race: I think it might be time to get out for a run again soon. Tonight, perhaps?
January 11… and it slipped away this way:
Another early morning, another early bus ride, another race. It was the day of the half marathon: 21.1 klicks around Walt Disney World, starting near Epcot running up and through the Magic Kingdom, and then back down for one final swing through Epcot and to the finish.
The start was a bit of a fiasco this morning. The sound system in our coral wasn’t working so we couldn’t hear either the entertainment or what was going on: we just sat there in near silence on the the cool highway with a couple thousand others who also couldn’t hear anything… for about an hour. I’m in the same coral tomorrow so hopefully they get that worked out. I think I would have liked the distraction. YOu just sit there and let the race get in your head otherwise. Oh, and some lady near me sat on a hill of ants and she stirred it up and a few of us were slapping them off our shoes just before we started.
But then the race went. And it was crazy and awesome and amazing and exhausting all at once. I ran through Main Street of the Magic Kingdom and snapped a ton of selfies along the route. And my time was terrible… but less terrible than I was expecting considering the heat and the humidity and the the fact I’ve got to do it all over again (twice) tomorrow.
I rested. Then I got bored, so I went over to Downtown Disney for a stroll and lunch. Then I came back and rested more.
Highlights of the day include:
1) Apparently Claire got her wish of seeing Elsa and Anna from the new movie Frozen. They were in the Norway pavillion in Epcot and Karin waited in line for three hours for that.
2) I had a nice dinner by myself in the local family restaurant. I would wager as (a) a restaurant in a family resort and (b) a Disney thing, they don’t deal very often with solo diners. It’s like they didn’t understand why I might be there alone.
3) I’ve been getting all kinds of emails and facebook notes from friends back home… encouragement, well wishes, kudos, support, and more. That’s very cool everyone: thanks!
But now it’s pouring rain outside (hopefully it lets up for the morning) and it’s time for bed. Tomorrow evening I’m going to stay up late and have a beer.
Once more it is June. Again. And again I embark upon that epic effort of daily blogging, take three, wherein I call upon myself for a kind of rambling focus, picking from a list of daily topics, and with neither planning nor advance writing, strive to pepper this blog with the free-thought, free-writing wonder that is another one of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be:
June 15th // Something You Are Craving
I started writing this while riding in the car on the way home from a couple days spent in Calgary, pecking out the words on my phone as Karin drives through the sporadic rain.
We’ve been driving. We’ve been eating.We’ve been socializing. And we’ve been driving some more.
Yesterday I spent an hour and a half in rush hour traffic in Calgary. Oh… the pain.
Then I spent a couple long hours being present, talkative and sociable with my wife’s various bosses at a banquet. I won’t claim it wasn’t fun. It was a great evening. It’s just that the introvert in me doesn’t thrive in situations like that.
Today, more driving and more food. Stopping to pick up critters. Eating out. Eating out more. And still not much sleep. And tomorrow? An epic twenty-six kilometer run.
So, yeah, I’m craving sleep.