The Workaholic Checks In...
Hi friends! I'm still here. Just...a bit preoccupied.
I wish it were with training, but alas...it's all work related.
All previously aforementioned goals for February have been tossed out the window and I've been struggling to keep what little sanity I have left. It hasn't been fun, to say the least. I'm pretty sure I'll end the month with about 15 miles on foot, 2 hours on the trainer, and less than 4000m in the pool. Nothing near what I was aiming for.
:sigh:
This past weekend was a breaking point. A violent migraine (to the point of being physically ill and impacting my vision) was nature's way of telling me to just slow down and not to freak out over things that aren't in my control. I blame my dad for passing along his type A, workaholic personality to me. My mom booked an hour long massage for me and I felt the aftereffects for days. The massage therapist spent 75 minutes on my back and shoulders (yep, he kept me over in time), never making it anywhere close to my legs. He used so much pressure to iron the knots out, I ended up with some light bruising and severe tenderness. Essentially, he called me a train wreck and classified me as one of the top 5 tensest client's he's seen in his 7 professional years.
How lovely.
It's one thing to think you're a train wreck.
It's another to have it confirmed.
But I'm finally starting to feel better...like the end is in sight. (Or at least the drama will be more manageable.)
Today was the first day in about 3 weeks where I left work actually feeling like I wasn't drowning. And that simple notion alone made me feel like I was on top of the world. It almost led me to a workout.
Almost.
And then on my walk home I decided that my mental well-being was far more important than a single mediocre workout. I'm optimistic that March will be a significantly better month...but for the next few days I'm going to try and salvage as much of my February as I can. Even if it is from a mental standpoint.
I'll be back in the mileage again in no time...I've just got bigger fish to fry.
One thing's for certain...I am so glad that my crazy psycho season at work is now and not during my peak training time.
I wish it were with training, but alas...it's all work related.
All previously aforementioned goals for February have been tossed out the window and I've been struggling to keep what little sanity I have left. It hasn't been fun, to say the least. I'm pretty sure I'll end the month with about 15 miles on foot, 2 hours on the trainer, and less than 4000m in the pool. Nothing near what I was aiming for.
:sigh:
This past weekend was a breaking point. A violent migraine (to the point of being physically ill and impacting my vision) was nature's way of telling me to just slow down and not to freak out over things that aren't in my control. I blame my dad for passing along his type A, workaholic personality to me. My mom booked an hour long massage for me and I felt the aftereffects for days. The massage therapist spent 75 minutes on my back and shoulders (yep, he kept me over in time), never making it anywhere close to my legs. He used so much pressure to iron the knots out, I ended up with some light bruising and severe tenderness. Essentially, he called me a train wreck and classified me as one of the top 5 tensest client's he's seen in his 7 professional years.
How lovely.
It's one thing to think you're a train wreck.
It's another to have it confirmed.
But I'm finally starting to feel better...like the end is in sight. (Or at least the drama will be more manageable.)
Today was the first day in about 3 weeks where I left work actually feeling like I wasn't drowning. And that simple notion alone made me feel like I was on top of the world. It almost led me to a workout.
Almost.
And then on my walk home I decided that my mental well-being was far more important than a single mediocre workout. I'm optimistic that March will be a significantly better month...but for the next few days I'm going to try and salvage as much of my February as I can. Even if it is from a mental standpoint.
I'll be back in the mileage again in no time...I've just got bigger fish to fry.
One thing's for certain...I am so glad that my crazy psycho season at work is now and not during my peak training time.
Labels: stress
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 8:11 PM
5 Camper Comments:
I am so sorry that you're getting hit so hard at work! But you are right, do what you need to in order to get through it mentally - there is still plenty of time for the other stuff.
Your mental shape is always priority over your physial shape, though the 2 are often intertwined :) Im sure you will ride out the storm and come out on the other end with a huge sigh of relief!
Sometimes you just need a break! I learned so much of that during my training for IM CDA last year! Hope all gets better :)
How good of the therapist to affirm that you are one of the top 5 at something!
But we know that you excell at several other things.
Be of good cheer!
Eye on the prize, friend, eye on the prize.
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