So this blog is not just about
happiness and accomplishments and 'oh my god I love running now'. Sometimes you
just can’t. And that is really disappointing. Sometimes procrastination takes
over your body like an alien. And you feel like shit (sorry).
On Saturdays I am supposed to do my long run. Since the beginning of my
training about 5 weeks ago I had never skipped one. Religiously. Disciplined.
But yesterday, due to a series of
reasons and personal self-justifications, I couldn't. Ok. I am studying a Masters
now. As much as I want to focus on the race, I cannot forget my other
priorities. I have classes, I have assignments, and with them, stress and the
worst part, an occasional laziness. Why am I talking about this? Because
I want to emphasise, primarily to myself, the importance of following a plan
and an agenda.
I have an assignment due to
tomorrow. Was it one of my priorities? Yes. So knowing I would have to run 13km
yesterday, I should had finished it earlier. Started it earlier to begin
with. But I didn't. So in the morning, when I was supposed to be outside doing
my training, I was stuck in the computer. I barely slept the night of before of
worriedness because as much as I tried, I spent the whole Friday between trying
to understand slides and mourning about how impossible they looked like. I
complaint too much and did too little.
So it is Sunday again. And I am
trying to finish it. And my big toe hurts from Thursday strength workout (or
did I knock a wall without realising it?). And the weather outside looks
horrible (it was raining a lot for almost the entire day, I swear!). It is the
perfect combination for skip my training, but unfortunately I know I will not
be mentally able to go outside before submitting this f****** thing. It is all
my fault, I know it. I should have started earlier, and I want to commit myself
not do it again. No more "oh, I am
tired I will watch some TV" and end up watching 5
episodes of random stuff in a row. Commitment is a commitment.
The result for this weekend's procrastination
is that tomorrow a new week of training starts, but I haven't even finished the last week's one.
Instead of 3/5/3/10 miles I will have to do 3/5/3/8 again - since I haven't
done the last 8 yesterday or today. I have a couple of spare weeks in the end
of the 16-week training as my half-marathon is just on May, but this not
justifies the fact that my discipline was crap for the past few days.
Anyway, no more whining. Tomorrow
is the start of a new week and come rain or shine, toe hurting or not, I will
be outside for my 3 miles. Fingers crossed.
NEXT MORNING'S UPDATE: I've written the past paragraphs around 3pm yesterday and gave up on posting it because I decided to write on the assignment a little bit more. Anyway, gripped by a sudden force that came from the boredom of being the whole day in front of a computer - plus the suddenly sunshine that decided to show up (London weather is definitely very mentally unstable) -, Andre and I decided to go for a run. My toe was throbbing (again, I have no idea what I did) but I couldn't stay at home longer. The assignment was almost done and I really wanted to feel relieved about completing my weekly training schedule.
I was fine by running less than the intended 13km but after the first 5km, thanks to the fact that my body was getting warmer with the exercise, my toe stopped hurting at all. So we kept going, and going. We started at Royal Victoria and ended up at Victoria Park. And gosh, oh my, it was cold. When we finished running and started looking for a DLR station it was freezing. Our clothes were totally appropriated in case someone is wondering, but when you are in motion your sweat dries and passes through the layers of the thermal and the jacket, but when you finish and start walking if feels like your sweat dries and it gets stuck inside the first layer (sorry for the disgusting description).
Anyway. It was almost 6pm when we got back home and due to the cold and the soreness it was feeling like a truck had passed over my body (and I still had an assignment to finish what made even my brain ache). It was painful, and still is after about 12 hours, but at least I stuck to my schedule and followed my agenda, what gives this incredible feeling of satisfaction and overcoming. Let's prepare ourselves better for the week that is starting today and no more procrastination. Promise :-)
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