I have a knack for making really good decisions. Yesterday, for instance, I decided that I would run 10 miles today. I made this decision based on the knowledge that I did not want to run 7 extra miles after yesterday’s 5k, I wanted to cross-train. So I hit the gym around 2pm for 30 minutes on the elliptical with the help of, well, The Help.
What I did not factor in, however, was that we were going to a wedding shower last night that was from “7-10″. C’mon. Seriously. Who really believes these things will end at the exact minute that they say they’re going to? And who really believes that once surrounded by friends you will actually want to leave right when the invite says it’s ending?
Needless to say, we got home around midnight. Given the option of going to bed or forcing Sean to cuddle with me on the couch while I “watched Criminal Minds” (read: slept), I naturally chose the latter. When my alarm went off this morning, I naturally turned it off, grabbed Louie (seriously, how cute is he?!), and snuggled farther under the covers. I finally made it out of bed around 8, where I promptly made coffee, breakfast, and started re-doing my marathon training plan.
Are you wondering where the 10 miles is? Me too. At that point it was going to be 8 miles, not 10. I talked to Britt for a bit about SA (with the big decision of half vs. full marathon… it’s looking like half right now) before I finally decided I needed to get out there and run 6 miles.
Are you wondering what happened to the 8? Me too. Let me give you my reasons:
1. I have no Garmin til Monday
2. It was 100 degrees already
3. Did I mention it was 100 degrees outside?!
4. I redid my marathon plan starting 18 weeks out. Since I’m 20 weeks out – not 18 – I decided I’d do 6 this week, 7 next week and then we’d start with the “long” runs again. Oh and I’m a big wuss (see #’s 2&3).
So I drove over to this little section of back roads (OK Tara :), do you know where I ran today?), parked in a super shady looking parking lot (and by shady I don’t mean covered by trees), and set out on an hour run. This would come out to a little over 6 miles if I was trekking along at my normal 9:30ish pace (I did, and it was awful), and I deemed it 6 miles based on 10 minute miles. I like underestimating mileage, and tend to round down not up.
It took my little legs 5 miles (or about 50 minutes) to realize I wasn’t kidding when I said we were running for an hour. They gave in for a half mile until about 55 minutes where they let me know we were going to pass out or throw up if we didn’t quit. We went to an hour and then I thought about dry heaving while I walked back to my car. The good news is that I made it one piece and all my food stayed in my stomach. You’re welcome for those astounding visuals, by the way.
Since I came dangerously close to dying today, I’m soothing my legs with this:
The Great Reveal
I keep telling you guys that things are changing. And I’ll warn you now, there’s no pictures in the next few paragraphs
I’m not sure how much you guys really know about me and I am far too lazy right now to go back through old posts to see how much information I’ve given out on my college experience. Suffice it to say, I graduated with a degree in Mass Communication and a focus on Print Journalism. I was going to be a writer. It’s all I ever wanted to do, for as far back as I can remember. Except, when I graduated in 2008, there were no writing jobs.
It took me almost 3 months after graduating to find a job, and when I did it was as a “marketing assistant” at a small law firm. This quickly turned into paralegal work and for two and a half years I worked diligently at my job. I found one of my best friends at this firm, and made some other very good friendships. But I wasn’t happy.
I applied for jobs here and there, but aside from taking unpaid internships or hourly positions (both of which were not an option), writing seemed to be on the outs. When I started blogging, I found a good outlet to let my inner writer out. Until now.
Starting tomorrow, I will hold the position of writer/editor at a new job. For someone who really hates to take risks and hates change, I’m taking a huge leap of faith right now. But I’m excited, I’m terrified, and I’m moving forward. And the thing is, I truly believe that running has given me the confidence to push forward in other areas of my life, and take chances I never thought I’d take.
Has running helped you in other areas of your life?
Are you working your dream job right now? I fully 100% believe that you need to do what makes you happy. A career, in my opinion, isn’t just an ends to a mean. If you’re going to be doing something for the rest of your life, I think you need to be happy. You only get one life.