I was running on the treadmill this afternoon during one of Abby’s notorious 40-minute (on the DOT) naps, and a thought popped into my head. Now, this happens often, but I usually forget it – but today was different. I could not stop thinking about it.
It’s about excuses.
When I first got into running, I was really into it. I mean, when I had a training plan, it was something that was set in stone. No negotiations. I mean, if I strayed from a workout, well, that would be THE reason I’d sabotage the rest of my training cycle. I pushed intervals to show the EXACT number I needed for a mile repeat. I hashtagged my workouts #noexcuses.
And that works for some people. But, for me, in this stage of my life – it doesn’t. And more importantly, that’s okay.
I’m less than two weeks out from marathon #15, my first marathon of the year, and the first since February 2015. In my time away from 26.2, I had a healthy pregnancy, birthed a baby, and now, have learned more about myself than I ever imagined, all whilst hanging out with a silly, squishy mini-me.
I am so thankful for the life that I am living: I love my hubby, our house, the Florida sunshine, our smelly but adorable old man puppies, and, of course, our bright and curious toddling princess – but sometimes, it’s a lot!
I went in to marathon training with this grand idea that I’d be able to wake up every morning at 5 AM to crush a running workout, be done, showered and ready to attack the day before everyone else was up. HAH! Yeah, that lasted the first few weeks, with short workout, and before Abby went through another sleep regression. Then, I thought I’d be disciplined enough to counter my short sleep hours by going to bed early. HAH! If I wanted to see my husband for more than an hour past dinner time, that was also a no-go.
This is not to say that the training plan was a TOTAL wash. I adapted. Instead of letting my plan make me feel like a slacker, I took out my pens and re-wrote, re-scheduled, and re-adjusted. I added more strength training, and didn’t beat myself up when I downsized my big plans of two speedworks a week to one. I kept up with my long runs, and made concerted efforts to make my easy runs easy. I used the stroller. I used the treadmill. I took the watch off if I was getting too anal. I took a day off if something was tweaky.
So, yes, it’s not perfect, and I did make excuses. But, I still made it through with what I could, and I traded some ZZZ’s for miles, and despite it all, I couldn’t be more excited and proud to lace up in 10 days. Running is something I do for me, and I am thankful for every starting line.