Since 2011 was such a bummer, I am hopeful that 2012 will be better. I’ve spent some time coming up with concrete goals that are activity based since I am such a goal setter. Based on my reflections over the last week, here are my 2012 goals:
- Train for the Cherry Blossom Ten Mile Run (which I actually started doing last week)
- Actually run the race this year (unlike last year when I had a cold)
- Use all of my outstanding Living Social coupons
- Auto detailing
- The Mansion at O Street – Self guided champagne tour
- 10 hot yoga classes
- Custom framing services
- Three hour stand up paddleboard lesson
- Get back into white water kayaking
- Finish grad school
- Finish bathroom renovation (re-tile floor and paint)
Things that are not necessarily goals, but are on my “to explore” list are…
- Possibly paint our condo
- Install hardwood floors
- Run a half-marathon
- Start CrossFit
There are some other things floating around my head (job and grad school related stuff), but I’m generally pretty quiet about all of that here.
Best wishes to all of you and happy new year!!!
I don’t run with music. I use that time pounding the pavement to make sense of the stuff in my head.
My insecurities. My hang-ups. My goals. My dreams.
My hopes. My grief. My future.
photo credit: jepoirrier
I start with some dynamic stretching and impatient pacing at my watch syncs with the GPS satellites. The first mile and a half is always a PITA before the endorphins kick in.
Once they do…
I focus on the burning in my legs, my running form, and making sure that I breathe evenly. I glance at my watch to check my pace as I try to time crossing the street so I don’t even have to break stride.
The middle part is the best. My body is running on all cylinders. I feel like I could run forever.
During the final stretch, I start thinking about how I’m going to reward myself post-run. What am I going to have for dinner? Do we still have chocolate milk in the house?
As I cool down and stretch my legs, I says prayers of thanksgiving for my strong legs, my health, and my life.
photo credit: Peter Mooney
(FYI, that is not me in the picture)
According to my account on MapMyRun.com, I last went for a run on June 27. I ran a couple of times in May, a few times in March, and was actually training for a race in January before I somehow strained my left adductor.
Now it’s September. The weather is cooling down. My left adductor, while still slightly weak is so much better. My legs are awesomely strong thanks to my love of kettlebells and squats.
I want to start running again, but my brain is putting on the brakes. What if I’m slower than I used to be? What if I can’t walk tomorrow, and thus cannot swing bells again? The mental part of going for a run is much more challenging that the physical.
I need to just put one foot in front of the other and get my rear out the door.
(thanks to Sarah for encouraging me to lace my shoes up again)