In my previous post, I was basically trying to figure out how to slow down time because it never ceases to amaze me how fast time is flying by these days. Well, turns out nothing slows down time more than stepping on the treadmill, preparing to be on there for at least an hour, and you forget your phone at home which contains your music that helps you jam out and kind of forget you’re on the treadmill. This is what happened to me last Friday…the following morning after the post went out.
Well, well, well…what do we have here? Another month trying to duck past me and it thinks that I wouldn’t see it. Well, it worked because I didn’t. One day it was November 1st and the next thing I know it’s Thanksgiving, and now we’re one day away from the final month of the year!
I’m always so surprised how fast time flies by and so I recently Googled this whole “flying time” concept. Oh who am I kidding? I literally just looked it up 5 minutes before starting this post. Actually I looked up how to slow down time because nowadays I can’t seem to get a grasp on it.
One thing that resonated was trying to practice more mindfulness in our day by paying more attention and noticing what we’re doing. Basically being more in the present moment. Something tells me I haven’t been very good at that because my mind is all over the place. This could be a forewarning on how the rest of this post may go.
This weekend is the Javelina Jundred (in case you’re not familiar with it, the “J” in Jundred is silent and pronounced like “H” in Hundred) and I’ve jad a teensy tiny bit of FOMO surrounding it. Of course, that feeling didn’t last long and I jave no regret over not being there and attempting the 100 miler again. Nor, is there any regret for not going for the 100K. Officially.
For much of the first jalf of this year, I actually contemplated returning to Arizona to run Javelina again. Maybe because I was constantly reminded of it practically every single day. Yep. Several times a week I’d see Arizona written somewhere.
This week my anxiety was through the roof! Hurricanes, flooding, wildfires, earthquakes, the 45’s administration…all scary and heartbreaking events occurring. Oh, and not to mention the fact I wasn’t able to score any Springsteen on Broadway tickets! Alright, maybe that part is small potatoes compared to what others are going through, but seeing as I’m a HUGE Bruce Springsteen fan, yeah, that one kinda stung. I’ve since gotten over it.
If there are was anything greatly lacking from my running repertoire the last several months, it was goals. And now that a new month is here, it’s time to set some!
Because I decided to take the rest of the year off from races, I’ve pretty much free floated from day-to-day and didn’t really set any goals for myself. Running mileage was simply determined by how I felt, or how early or late I woke up.
Never has a month flown by so fast as August just did. It seems like every day I was talking to somebody about how the days were flying by and I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised since August has been a notoriously busy month for me. And this one was so no different as it started off with the Angeles Crest 100 Mile Endurance Run!
Right now I’m staring at a blank page trying to come up with something to say because I realize I haven’t written or I should say, posted, anything in a hot minute. When I decided to embark on this social media hiatus (no Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram in May) I really had no idea what was going to happen, or know how I was going to feel, or what I was going to do to fill the time I otherwise would’ve spent on the social media sites.
The following was going to be my initial first paragraph:
Normally when I write my posts, I’m usually with a cup of coffee near me. But since I gave up coffee (and caffeine for that matter) for the month of May, I’m drinking my alternative go-to beverage: a cup of herbal tea.
I’m a week removed from the Leona Divide 50K and much like the race itself, recovery has been slow. On one hand I’ve been consciously resting, but there’s an element of forced rest in there as well.
It took a few days for my quads to finally feel normal again, but my right ankle has been a different story.
“Not today m*****f*****!” That’s what Seattle resident Kelly Herron yelled out as she aggressively fought back against an attacker during a stop at a public restroom just 4 miles into her 10-mile run. Using self-defense moves she learned just 3 weeks prior, she was able to get away. Thank goodness!
After this story came out, my sister pointed out something else to me that I found fascinating; something she had read somewhere, quite possibly Runner’s World, but I couldn’t find the article.
Now I’m not going to dive into the psychology, or do any in-depth analysis as to why this is, as I’m sure there are other people who can do a much better job contriving the reasons. Besides, I simply don’t have an answer as to why.