6 weeks until Nike Women’s Marathon. I’m starting to get just a little giddy when I really think about it. Somewhere along the lines of “Oh my gosh. I’m really going to be running in San Francisco.” Then I can’t help but think, “They better not run out of finisher’s medals before I get done or I’m going to be livid!” For the most part though, it’s just pure excitement.
Last month was a big month for me. I had decided to bow out of the Tupelo Marathon and I started working with a running coach, which means my running plan was ditched and I dove head first into “I have no clue what to expect” running plan. I just knew that in order for me to go to San Francisco and be mentally healthy and happy with my training I needed help. So far no regrets. I have gotten everything I wanted and some more. In fact, when I ran 5 miles at the beginning of the month my total time was like 1 hr and 4 minutes. On August 31st I ran another 5 miles and my time was 58 minutes and 35 seconds. Hello?! Didn’t expect that!
So Friday I had mentioned that I maybe needed to make some mini goals for September. First off, who really listens to me on here enough to call my bluff?! Well apparently Running Coach does because he brought it up and wanted to know did we need to set some. Yeah I had that deer in the head lights look like, huh? More like I was thinking, “What you talking about Willis!?” Then it dawned on me, the blog. So do I need mini goals this month? Yes and no. Yes to my diet which I’ll cover in a moment and no to my running. The quality of the running is improving, my times are improving and I don’t stress about my workouts. I methodically get up, put my running clothes on and out the door I go to do whatever the man tells me to do.
I’ve discovered the older I get sometimes I hate making choices. I know there are some days and some situations I just want someone to tell me what to do. Making decisions all the time is exhausting. So this aspect of my life is nice. It’s easy. That’s where I’ve failed nutritionally. I hate making decisions. What’s for breakfast? How about lunch? What do you want for lunch? What’s for dinner? Any idea what you want to eat? I honestly can’t tell you how many times I’ve said, “If I ever win the lottery I’m going to have someone plan all my meals.” I hate thinking about food. Don’t get me wrong I like the experience of food. I like smelling it, cooking it, tasting it. But I know that I need to lose weight and the constant choice making does not help me. It’s like running. Even though I know I have a running plan (this is prior to the running coach) I am analyzing the plan I’ve made for myself ten different ways ten different times. I doubt what I’ve created for myself. Am I working hard enough, long enough, fast enough? Am I working too hard? Should I be running flat road or hilly roads? I get bogged down in choices. I get myself in a hole and it’ like I’m looking up at the sky with this great big hole around me and I have no clue how to get out of it. Will someone just tell me what to do?!
Well you know what? They have. Twice actually and I just wasn’t paying attention.
And what’s so funny about it all makes sense. Plus I really need to pay better attention to what I’m being told. I’m not crazy about having to make decisions regarding my diet. So the easiest thing to do is be consistent and have structure. Have a go to breakfast, lunch and snack. It’s like running shoes. Most people don’t have 20 different running shoes to choose from every morning. They have one pair that they know to get up put on and head out. Easy peasy! Same principle with nutrition and diet. For breakfast pick something that is doable and tasty every morning and make that your go to meal. Then you know exactly how many calories, protein and fat is in that meal. No room for screws ups! Same thing with snacks and lunches. Keep it simple and easy. So that is my nutritional goal. Well there’s two actually.
1. Pick go to meals and stick with them. One whole month!
2. Write it down. I hate keeping a food journal for whatever reason but this month it’s one whole month of journaling.
That’s the goal. It’s not rocket science I just had to have someone tell me. Twice apparently. I can be so hard headed.
So I started my month out with a long run …………on the treadmill. It wasn’t horrible. I watched a movie and half. All of Source Code and half of Rango. 14 miles. We have had a tropical storm to sit on top of us for the last couple of days and there was no way I running 14 miles which is 3 hours for me in the pouring rain. I would have been miserable. Wet heavy shoes, uncontrollable chaffing. It just wasn’t happening. So I got it in my head that this had to be done, it was on the schedule. No skipping. It was just one time and the bigger picture is San Francisco.
The other day I watched the movie “Win, Win.” Probably not family appropriate but it still had a good message. So this kid was phenomenal wrestler who life’s struggles caused him to stop wrestling. Well after ending up on the door step at his grandfathers who was being cared for by his lawyer, the lawyer takes him in for a couple of days. During those couple of days the lawyer/part time volunteer wrestling coach (how convenient) realizes that the kid likes to wrestle. He has no clue how good the kid really is and somehow the kid ends up in one of his matches. Here’s the best part. So the kid is in the match and pulls out this off the chart no name move that wins him the match. Later on the coach asks him to share the move with the group. The kid was hesitant and said “well it’s just my thing. It’s not a real move.” After the coach pressed him for a bit about the move the kid explained what he’s feeling just prior to using the move and then him names it. He calls it, “Whatever the F*** it takes.” It’s expletive I know but I like it.
That’s how I felt about running on the treadmill Saturday. Just whatever the flip it takes. Just get it done!
I’ve also got to start doing more abdominal work. Nothing major but I need a better core system than what I have right now. Right now it’s like asking a jello mold to hold me up. Kind of wobbly and jiggling and not too stable.
I’m ready for September! Nothing but good stuff on the horizon.