We all have goals. It’s good to write them down. Folks say that if you write down your goals, you’re more likely to achieve them. In the spirit of Calvin & Hobbes’ opposite day I decided to write down my goals in a sort of opposite way. Here’s 10 things I’m NOT going to do.
- I’m not going to mop that kitchen floor (again!) this week.
- I’m not going to eat quite as much peanut butter as I did yesterday. (Maybe)
- I’m not going to do laundry today to avoid catching up on business accounting (mostly because I did that yesterday and there is no more laundry to do).
- I’m not going to worry about what my kids eat at their after-school movie tonight (I overdosed them on asparagus soup yesterday, so their good on the veggie scene.)
- I’m not going to let 3:00 o’clock roll by without doing my Netflix-streamed pilates. (Even if the accounting is not done.)
- I’m not going to get sucked into anyone’s photo album on Facebook. (No matter how cute so-and-so’s kids are or how witty the captions.)
- I’m not going to worry about this post being perfect. (Thinking leads to over-thinking.)
- I’m not going to get worked up about packing too much for our trip to Portland this weekend. (I’m a recovering over-packer)
- I’m not going to skimp on keeping my foot in the ice bucket today to help my achilles cuz that really works. (Thanks, Debbie!)
- I’m not going to ignore the fact that I’m sad not to be running the Forest Park 50K this weekend. (See #9)
Yeah, the 50K.
In case you missed it, I sort of sabotaged my training and have been working on recovering from multiple leg and foot injuries in the last 6 weeks. For some, ahem, lame reason, I decided to test cardinal training rule number 5 (or maybe it’s number 1); listen to your body! I pushed myself too far.
However, I’m happy to say that the calf is better, the hammy is great and the achilles is on the mend. The right foot is well, not quite right, but it will be. Ice ice, baby.
But I’m sad nonetheless. Not crushed, but sad. And I’m going to let myself be sad. As I said in my previous post about getting injured, I’ve finally been running long enough to “get it” that this is not the end. A DNS (did not start) or a DNF (did not finish) is not the end of the world and not the end of my running. In that way, I feel like I’ve graduated to a high level of runner. I remember running the Avenue of the Giants Marathon (my 3rd) with horrific IT issues that started at mile 10. I will never run in horrendously-hobbling pain for another 16 miles just to finish. Not listening to my body this winter was not an “enlightened, grown-up runner” thing to do, of course, so I’ll keep working on that one.
My sad space is not the only space I’m in today though. I’m also in a grateful space because of the people around me who have supported me in my training, walked on eggshells to ask how recovery was going, offered dead-on advice, cross-trained with me and whispered to me discretely that my frozen corn was showing out from underneath my icing sock. To all of you…thank you so much.
So, it’s off to Portland tomorrow anyway. The racing weekend has morphed into 3 days with the family, staying at a fun hotel with a visit to OMSI. Deb, my dear friend with whom I was going to crash the night before the race, is going to meet me at 6:30am Saturday for a few miles before she hits her Dragon Boat training. I’ll tell ya what I’m NOT going to do…I’m not going to miss that for the world!