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.
The butterflies showed up early on race morning and I wasn’t expecting them. It’s always normal for me to feel a little nervous before a race, but my stomach was in total knots.
So I did what I always do: I took deep breaths and told myself, “One foot in front of the other. That’s all. No pressure. Just relax.”
I guess you could say I’ve been weather stalking race day temperatures for the past week. Even though I know weather can change 10,000 times in a week, I couldn’t help it. And this is what I’ve concluded: the weather gods hate me.
25 weeks. That’s exactly the amount of time since my last race. And now, I’m staring down 4 days. That is, 4 days until I line up for my first race of the year, the Leona Divide 50K.
“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.
Prior to last weekend’s Griffith Park Trail Races (GPTR) which consisted of a Half Marathon, Marathon, and newly featured 50K, this was the only Keira Henninger race I have not been involved with in some way, shape, or form. She organizes seven races – that I know of – so I suppose it was only a matter of time before I got to this one. But the GPTR have been the only races where I have not volunteered, nor participated in.
Since August, with the exception of running with a few friends here and there, I’ve run mostly solo. This has been quite a departure from my normal routine of running with a group every Saturday morning which has been a staple in my life since 2004. But last year was not a normal running, or training year for me.
Whether it’s family, career, health, running, Netflix, social media – we all have priorities – and the list is endless! We all decide what we’re going to consider more important than another. We all decide what is going to come first in our lives. We decide what we’re going to spend the short precious time we have on this Earth doing.
Gotta say, in the past few weeks, I haven’t made this blog much of a priority. Life, ya know? Whaddya gonna do, right?