Sunday, April 05, 2009
Less hours at work this week, more like 11 or 12 a day than 16 and that's way better. And I didn't have to get in so early so I had time in the mornings to exercise -- I just didn't. It's that getting started again thing. I remember how proud I felt of how I was doing and the progress I was making; how strong I felt; how disciplined I felt -- and then I rolled over to get another hour of sleep.
Yesterday, though, I participated in my first official race. It was called the 4Kay Race Against Cancer and it was, in fact, a 4k race rather than a 5k. That was probably good for me since I hadn't been running or doing any cardio so I'm rapidly losing all of that endurance. I ran with a friend who, in the past, ran a marathon, but who suffers from a medical condition that can get in the way of her ability to breathe. It's called mediastinitis secondary to fibrosing histoplasmosis and although she had been doing well for the past several years, it flared up in the last month or so and she needed to walk two or three times during the race. I stayed with her so my time was not great but the opportunity to do something healthy with a friend was. We received pamphlets for other races at the conclusion so I'm thinking that one way to keep me engaged is to keep signing up for races for good causes. I'll feel like I have to do them for someone else's sake and maybe that will help keep me on track with running.
Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out why I'm so off track in my head that causes me to eat so poorly and not jump back into the things that were making me so happy and proud. IN the meantime, I'm making a plan for the week. That may be part of my problem. Leaving my organized classes means I don't have the structure I once had about where to be when. I think I might need that structure to keep on track. So, I'm back to I'd better plan to succeed or I'll fail.