This morning I got back on an old schedule.
I had really been trying to sleep full nights, but based on my other responsibilities and need to workout there was just no way I could manage my workload without an early morning wake-up, and I just can’t go to sleep earlier. It’s been a few months since I got up at 4am to work, but I have to say it feels much better shipping off to work in the morning with all of my freelance assignments for the day done.
On average I write between 6-8 piece for various freelance jobs per day. I had been trying to start my writing day later, but that just wasn’t working. By the time I get home from work at night the last thing I want to do is use my brain, so I’m designating night time exercise time, and early morning writing time, and mid-day life sucking day job time.
Eventually I will be able to leave my day job and all of these scheduling woes will be history, but for now it looks like the wee hours of the morning are for writing.
Somehow I find it easier to get up in the morning if my destination is my couch and laptop and not the treadmill. Go figure.
I have a confession:
Last night marked the beginning of a new session of running classes for me. I’m now running two days a week with the class and another 1-2 on my own in addition to the rest of the stuff I alternate in: strength, spin, yoga, random DVDs from my massive collection.
I did something yesterday that I almost never do. I took a step backward. Since I started taking running classes in May my coaches have continued to push me into higher and higher leveled classes. Sometimes outside of my comfort zone. At first I felt like a rockstar, because after I recovered from my post run death, I was so proud of my accomplishment. But, when I started feeling pretty serious joint pain in my knees I realized I was sacrificing form for speed.
When I was a teenager I suffered some serious hip injuries due to overuse. Ballet may look pretty, but it can be a joint killer. After months of physical therapy I was left with the assurance that I probably wouldn’t need replacement hips by 30, and the devastating reality that I had to give up dancing.
I’ve been lucky in the years since that I haven’t suffered any real sports related injuries, but that constant pain in my knees was telling me something that my now grown-up self is mature enough to listen to: I need to take care of my body first.
I’m not giving up running. I did however invest in some knee braces, start icing regularly, and sign up for a lower level running class. I might be too fast for this current group, but until I am positive that I can maintain my form at a faster clip I’ll deal with the boredom.
I’m going to give myself a few weeks in this level to get used to running with the braces, and to make sure my knees and form are up for the speed, then most likely transition up to the harder class.
Maturity sucks, but you only get one body.
Egg white omelet with spinach, tomato, goat cheese
Whole grain toast
Pumpkin lime soup with homemade crackers
Leftover spaghetti squash
For dinner I hit up a local English fish & chips shop. This place is a staple in my neighborhood and yet I don’t think I’ve set foot inside for 4-5 years. There aren’t many moments in life when I’m up for a full on fried meal. Usually I like to at least feign an interest in my arteries. Tonight however, I had a Groupon, and that meant it was time to get my fish and chips on. But first, beer…
Monty Python Beer?
It was really good, I may have to look for this in my beer loving future
Fish & Chips.
Delicious, but more than I could handle.
One of the highlights of dinner was talking to my waitress. She was also wearing a Body Media armband!
That started a conversation, she then revealed to me that she was training for a marathon, and that she had been running with Team in Training. This was her second go around raising money for charity with them and prepping for a race.
Very inspiring. I’m thinking about it (even with the above mentioned mission to keep my knees in pristine working condition). Have any of you done Team in Training?
Charles and Di Slippers!