Ever have one of those
days weeks when you start out with the best of intentions and everything just goes to total dog poop? Welcome to my life this week.
It started out great with a pretty awesome 7 mile run on Sunday. I got the dupa up early enough to avoid the nasty, sticky mess that has been the setting for my weekends runs lately, and headed out into blessed shade and slightly cooler temps. After beating my goal time, I came home, threw on my snazzy new compression socks, and proceeded to do nothing except eat a nice, healthy lunch and sport this awesome-sauce look.
A few hours later, my left knee started feeling a little achy. I ignored it and off to bed I went. Then I woke up Monday morning and DUHN DUHN DUHN (insert dramatic music here), the other knee decided the first one was lonely and decided to get on the achy train too.
So thinking that after all my aches and knee pain that I may have gained just a pixie dust amount of runner smarts – and with some objective advice from the hubs – I bowed out of my scheduled run and stuck to the dreaded foam roller, IT band exercises, ice, and some muscle stim, in the hopes of getting things right again in my world. Alas, these stupid, friggin’, frog-flipping, insert any number of colorful language terms here – knees refused to cooperate and it just simply was not meant to be. I woke up again on Tuesday with that blasted achiness. I think my face probably looked somewhat similar to this.
Being the concerned hubs that he is, instead of going to the gym, he suggested hitting the pool instead. Now I’m far from a good swimmer, but after 20 minutes of lap work, both my head and my legs felt considerably better. I knew come Wednesday I’d be ready to hit the pavement again. Until my LIFE decided to get in the way.
That’s when I took a step back, reminded myself to breathe, and in the immortal words of Elsa, just let it go. If there is one thing us runners sometimes have a hard time figuring out, is once in a while, life IS going to get in the way and eff everything up. Miles won’t get run, weights won’t get lifted, crunches won’t get crunched. And it’s all OKAY. Sometimes you just gotta be fluid. Like melty Jello-O.
Life throws enough crap at us so there’s no point in getting all worked up over the crap you can’t control. Like people running late, bluetooths that keep disconnecting you, and certain little black dogs burping their fish dinner pleasantly in your face.
So the next time you find yourself about to go postal over what is probably something REALLY stupid, take that step back for a second. And breathe. And if you still want to kick someone after that, knock yourself out. Or someone else. Whatever flattens your ears.
Enjoy the ride.
Do you get stressed out when life gets in the way of your training or do you just go with the flow?