Please tell me that I’m not the only one who eats tons of chocolate and walks around in workout clothes all day long in circles without lifting a single weight or accomplishing anything at all.
It’s what I like to call, “feeling overwhelmed,” or “paralyzed with fear of failure,” or whatever other phrase sounds appropriate at the moment.
When my duties expand beyond my capacity to handle them I get really grumpy, and so today I am trying to catch up on things so that I can act like Little Miss Suzy Sunshine again instead of a Mrs. Fussy Pants. There is not enough room in this house for two fussies. Period.
But instead of all of that, let’s talk about something far more interesting: racing.
I am running the Santa Monica 5000 this weekend. I think I am going to run the 5K instead of the 10K, but I can’t decide. What do you think I should do?
I say run because I don’t feel comfortable saying I am racing a 5K. I would consider myself a 5K racer if I actually trained for 5K’s and ran them in less than 20 minutes.
So if I run the 5K I will be running. If I run the 10k I might be racing, just because the distance is closer to what I am used to doing.
And in the spirit of local Los Angeles races, I am signing up for a big one tomorrow morning first thing.
(Race day is March 9)
The L.A. Marathon. I have never run my home marathon. Since I qualified for Boston a few years ago it hasn’t fit into my schedule. That’s just sad. I want to run a race where I know lots of people at the finish line. And then I want to walk (or crawl) on tired legs to a pub and have a post-race beer or Gatorade with all of them.
Also, after Boston I decided that I really like point-to-point marathons the best, and L.A. fits that description and my schedule.
And just as a back-up, I am also signed up to run the Mountains2Beach Marathon in Ojai at the end of May.
More immediately, in three weeks I am running the Nike Women’s Half Marathon in San Francisco, and then I will either run the Santa Clarita Half or Full Marathon November third.
If I choose to run the marathon it probably won’t be a PR attempt because I predict I am in about 3:40 shape this fall due to sluggish summer mileage. I won’t make any decisions until I have a few more solid long runs under my belt.
Plus, let’s be frank about all of this. The kids come first. Their races, their schedules. My training, like it or not, is a B or C at best on the priority list.
I am totally freaked out by how fast they are growing up, and I would hate to miss a moment by being out running in circles 24/7 (maybe when they are older?).
Here are a few fun pictures that I found today when I was cleaning up my blog for a redesign that I have been slowly working on since May.
Now Oldest is 16, Middle is almost 14 and Youngest is 9.
Where has the time gone?
When they in the climbing-the-walls stage a lady stopped me in the grocery store and told me to try to enjoy every moment because it was going to go by quickly. At the time I had one boy wrapped around my leg, one in the baby carrier and the other throwing a fit in the floor about a piece of candy.
I remembered thinking that I hoped she was correct, that time would, in fact, fly by.
I might have even said, “thank goodness!”
I am much older and wiser now.
Now I know it’s much easier to enjoy the chaos when I’ve laced up my shoes and run about the neighborhood for an hour or more.
Today, however, chocolate seems to be doing the trick.