This is pretty much all I want to do all weekend.
Saturday morning, I got up around 7 a.m. for the 8:30 race (yay low-key trail racing 7′ from your house), which isn’t really very early at all — except for the whole bachelorette party the night before thing.
Sunday, I got up at 5:15 a.m. to drive to Steve’s race at Mt. Hamilton and then drive to the feed zone of Steve’s race, which actually took longer than it did to drive from our house to the start. Then, Sunday afternoon, we got Tupac the Cat.
Monday, I woke up at 6:15 a.m. to go stand around at the Marin Memorial Day 10K and direct traffic. No one got hit by a car, so I’m pretty sure that was a success. By the time I got home at 10:30 a.m. I was exhausted. I laid on the couch for the rest of the day and played with the cat, which mostly involved trying to find her after she crawled under something and watching her chase her own tail.
I am incredibly tired and possibly in need of a weekend.
Here are gratuitous pictures of Tupac:
10. I already watched Die Hard, Devil Wears Prada, and John Tucker Must Die (which was an unfortunate accident). I’m running out of things on the TV. And, I have over 300 channels.
9. My butt is really starting to hurt from all the sitting.
8. The foot didn’t bother me today and the hamstring is only slightly twinge-y. That has to be a good sign. Maybe the complete break has really paid off and I’m ready to get back to running again.
7. The more I sit around the house, the more cat gifs I watch. This is the all-time best cat gif ever (warning: NSFW). Now, that I have seen the best gif ever, I have nowhere to go but down.
6. I live here:
5. So, what the hell am I doing inside when it’s been sunny and 80?
4. If you never do anything, you never even have anything to write about really. Isn’t that why people experience things. So, if I’m not training and I’m just working and writing, then I don’t even have anything worth writing about, because it’s just not that interesting to keep sitting on your couch. I know you’re getting bored with this story.
3. Running is fundamentally a simple thing, an amazing thing. It’s just you and your legs, where ever you want to go. You don’t need expensive equipment. You just need your own desire. I haven’t had a desire. I haven’t wanted to do anything that could be great. I have wanted just to be boring. I was tired of feeling terrible running, of feeling pedestrian. I thought maybe if I stopped, I would stop feeling terrible. But, I can still remember flying down trails, so instead I just miss flying down trails.
2. I want to race again. But, I only want to do it if I’m going to do it fast. Otherwise, what’s the point.
1. Because it’s fun.
What are the top reasons to run?
I may not have mentioned it, because, well, we’re actually separate people with separate lives, but Steve has been gone the past few days for a stage race in New Mexico. I did not go because 1. watching stage races make me so tired I end up having to sleep more than Steve, 2. it’s New Mexico, and 3. I got shit to do.
Except, apparently, I do not have shit to do.
With my self-imposed hiatus while I re-group, have a minor breakdown, and figure out if I should train or race or race myself into shape or become one of those people who just exercises for fitness or give up completely, I actually did so little the last few days that my ass was sore from sitting. That is insane. I sit for work and type on a computer multiple hours a day and, yet, somehow I managed to sit so much this weekend I hurt my butt.
Meanwhile, Steve was evidently doing this with his homestay this weekend: (though, apparently, the whole traveling a bunch for work and then this race and probably the interactions with farm animals means he’s not feeling 100% now)
While he was gone, I wrote. I did laundry. I thought about tackling big house projects. I tried to write some more. I finished three short articles and one longer article today. I cleaned and vacuumed out the car. I watched multiple movies, all of The Newsroom’s first season, tons of things on my DVR, read two books and some other stuff, and I dunno spent a lot of time sitting on the couch doing nothing.
Is this what people do if they’re not working out? What does everyone do to fill their free time?
I’m all about taking some time to do nothing, but I may be at my max. If I was waiting to hit bottom so I would feel motivated to get moving again, I think it might be coming?
What do you do when you’re not training?
Yesterday I was trying to wrap up a busy week, finish two stories, drop off a bulk mailing at the post office, and get four interviews done. (For the record, I totally killed this week. Even knocked out my 2 x 20′ at marathon and then half-marathon pace no problem.)
And while I’m trying to finish up I get a call from a restricted number. I answer with my usual: Hi, this is Kelly.
The person on the other end says, with no introduction or segue: Did you get my message.
You know, maybe. Since I don’t know who you are you’re going to have to give me more information.
It turned out to be the post office, of course. And there was some small error on the bulk mailing form that I had to go all the way back down there for, of course. But that seemed like a fitting way to wrap up the long week. Then, I polished off a bottle of wine and now I’m headed to a girls’ weekend. (Why is girls’ weekend a thing in society, on a side note.)
No training, probably not much sleeping – though an article I wrote yesterday about sleep has me worried I’m not getting enough. But, I will solve the long unanswered question: what is a vodka tasting and how much vodka can one actually taste?