This week of happiness brought to you by the generosity of my best and only sister. She bought a treadmill a couple of years ago, used it for a while and decided she hated to run and even if she liked it couldn’t do it on a boring treadmill. It’s been in her basement doing nothing. Now it is in mine getting run on daily since its arrival.
It is my new best friend.
Of course like all friends it has it’s flaws. It doesn’t go downhill like the ones at the gym that I’m only able to frequent one day a week – if I’m lucky. But let’s be honest that will make me a better runner in the long run. (ha ha, pun intended!) I’m still building up my endurance from my injury and I can’t lie – it is frustrating as hell not to be able to just run for hours like I could last year. But, I can see improvement each time thanks to my heart rate monitor and I know it will come eventually.
This weekend was heaven. I ran while Baby Sister was napping and Hubby had taken Big Sister swimming. Couldn’t have done that before. I ran while Hubby had gone to the gym after the kids went to bed. Couldn’t have done that before. And I have the option to get up early and run before work now. To do that before, I’d have had to leave the kids alone in the house, sleeping in their beds, since Hubby is at work at that time of morning. AWESOME!
I slept better than I have in weeks. I am less stressed because I can run all my stress away daily. I’m almost back to myself. And best of all, I am no longer worried about how I’ll survive Ragnar in sixteen weeks because I wasn’t able to train. Now, I’ll be a training machine like a good little honey-badger should be.
This one little tweak made all the difference in restoring balance to my life. No longer do I have to stress at work about how I’ll find time to work out. If I can, I’ll lift weights. If I can’t, I just won’t. And either way my training won’t suffer. My healthy and committed mojo is back. Turns out it was life that had stolen it in the first place and I just wrestled it back. Go, me! Now maybe I’ll quit feeling sorry for myself and watching TV at night instead of writing and get my first draft finished in the near future… Imagine writing every night fueled by the endorphins of an amazing run. I sure can!
By the way, thanks for sticking with me through the whining and bitching times… I can be such a pain when I can’t run!
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