I feel like doing the hokey pokey... Put your left foot in....
That's how I train when there's no goal... or the goal is too simple, too attainable, or too far away...
January was an oddity in that my training only really started to focus two weeks ago...
So as we flip the calendar page and I get a brief encounter with my months endeavours, I gain the opportunity to see my lazy days, my less than prefect days... and my tried really frigging hard days... I get the chance to know how much better I can be in February. I can this grand fantastic chance to do something about change. To try again.
It seems if only we can have that in our lives, have the chance to try again... and maybe the resources to embrace that opportunity instead of resenting it.... Then we are okay. Life is truly about this moment and my breath in it.
So a months worth of reflection? Well, first some January stats....
Running totals; 34 runs... 97.74km covered between the road and treadmill. Run streak maintained.
Swim totals: 3 swims.... 2.55km covered ... all indoors (brrrr)
Bike totals: 7 bikes.... 100.6km covered... between trainer and a spin bike... my poor poor tush...
Weight totals: 9 total workouts... (ok I'm working on it..)
Yoga stats: 0 accomplished... Now I did stretch on several occasions but we all know this is not the same thing!
Books read: 4 total...
My general opinions of winter running are : it doesn't have to suck... but there are days I just wanna die and crawl up in a fetal position and pretend I'm not an athlete. Dress for less than you think, Don't be afraid to carry a bag (not a water bag but a full backpack) for your stuff... (like a swim suit or work lunch...) and I've kept my ipod off this entire month for fear of road running.
There is this other thought, this nagging impression that perhaps moves me to think, to ponder the possibilities... When I get the gym, I get in the way. I'm a blind swimmer invading your lane, bumping into the ropes, tripping in the change room, looking just slightly awkward. There's the odd time I am aware that I'm not the only one thinking that... that the other gym attendants are a little less patient with my time taking movements.... I can understand, I can empathize...
The kicker is that on race day, the same faces will cheer, will say good for you for accomplishing this feat.
I wonder if they'd rather I train in the quiet, when no one is out, when my actions wouldn't interrupt... I wonder.
Zen breathing and calm hearts... I am just as ignorant of a sighted life....
February brings all things groundhog furry and unearthing my seemingly hibernating fury to train harder. February brings me to this... less days, more to do, .... February trusts me to see it through... When trust is given it should never be abused or wasted. It is such a gift. And if an entire calendar page believes I can fill it up with life, love and training... who am I to deny effort? who am I to stop trying?
Peace to you in running!
Run streak day 397 here :)
1 comment:
Thank you for sharing these thoughts, Rhonda (Rhonda-Marie??). We have been tweeting back and forth and I did not realize you are legally blind until I flipped to your blog after seeing the hash tag. I think you should be proud of your month of January. My mother in law is blind so I can relate (just a bit) to your comments about how people react when certain things take longer. I guess in the balance more people have been open to being educated, many more, than people who have been too closed-minded to be patient. And I can't wait to hear all those cheers when you compete!!! See you on Twitter and DailyMile!
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