Running is my life. Maybe I obsess about it too much much, think about it, read about it, and of course, actually do it, too much. Who knows. What's too much of something. If someone watches television an hour a day is that too much? Plays video games an hour a day, reads a book an hour a day, sit at the bar...
You get the picture.
It's all personal time, and it's all how we choose to spend our personal time that is up to us. We eat, we sleep, we work. But then there are so many hours a day that are discretionary hours so to speak, and those hours are up to us. We get to choose what we do with our free time, and I think that is one of the hardest obstacles that people will face as an adult. Free time.
Some of us eat too much, some of us drink too much, some of us sit on out butts and watch t.v too much, and some of us run too much. But don't we all have a "too much".
I have a lot of "too muches". Anything that you do, that the person that you are talking too doesn't do, is too much to that person. I'd say find your "too much" and get it on.
On Sunday, I ran too much!
The thing about running is you only know that it's too much for you until afterwards when you have injured yourself or become burnt out or something along those lines happens. I did none of these things on Sunday, so I know that my goals are not too much for me at this point in life.
For mothers day all I wanted was to go on a long run and then take a long bath. I love long runs SO much, but sometimes they can be such a burden when you have to care for a household and two children and life afterwards. I am also a huge fan of ice baths. I will take advantage of super cold water on my body anytime I have the chance. It just feels sooooooo good! BUT, with a family, my runs are usually followed by me rushing straight into mommy mode after, and it gets a little tiring.
So I set a goal for myself to run a half marathon, and then take a peaceful bath afterwards. I would like to brag outwardly to my own personal blog that I ran a half marathon right after my little baby turned 3 months old. I have not bragged about this to anyone but my husband, not even face book!!!!! But I worked my freaking butt off and I did it.
But it was hard.
I ran a 12.2 a few weeks prior, and that run was pretty swift, so I don't know what was up with me for this run, but I just wasn't feeling it.
The day prior I didn't feel well at all. I was nauseous all day. I went to bed late, but fine with that, and logged about 7.5 hours of sleep. I have run much further on much less sleep, but usually I wake up with a pretty solid adrenaline rush before a long run so it doesn't bother me. This time I didn't. I woke up about 6:45, not excited at all.
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