Fitter. Happier. More Productive.
Okay. So I think I've figured out what's going on with the funk.
I've discovered that I am significantly happier with a routine. rhythm. a workout to look forward to. knowing what's coming next rather than sitting around taking up professional couch surfing.
Not that there's anything wrong with that...but it's just not for me. (at least not right now.) Which is a little funny considering I've managed to secure a gold medal in the marathon portion of the event over the past few weeks. Also on the podium with me, the other half and Phog the wonder dog. and an empty 12 pack at my feet. surrounded by pizza and oreo crumbs.
What can I say? I have mastered the fine art of sloth and gluttony.
The nuns at my grade school would be so proud.
But honestly? Being sedentary is simply driving me bat shit insane.
BAT.SHIT.INSANE.
I hate it.
I need to be moving.
Swimming.
Biking.
Running.
Yogaing.
Lifting. (much to my chagrin.)
Stretching.
Insert-Favorite-Verb-here'ing.
Movement is critical to my well-being. and my sanity.
Wait. Let's back that up...
Me being in movement is critical to the well-being and sanity of my family, friends and co-workers. Because frankly, I'm pretty friggin' unbearable and borderline depressed when I can't be doing stuff. And when I say borderline depressed...I mean full out wonky depression.
The winter always seems to be rough though. The general lack of movement by society paired with the cold weather and December notoriously being a button-popper of a month has really done a number on me.
So this morning, in an effort to shake the funk, I pulled out the tights, laced up and went out for a run (I'm one of those folks who'd rather run outside in single digits for 2 hours than on the hamster wheel for 20 minutes). No gadgets or gizmos. Just me, my shoes (okay...I lied, my iPod is a gadget), and the open, icy road for four or five miles. I ran away from things...ran towards others...ignored distance....and pace...and enjoyed the stinging fire of cold air in my hot lungs. A familiar burn that makes me feel at home...in my happy place.
As a result, I've found myself in a ridiculously happy mood. (Okay...so other things may have helped, too...like the fact that Mike is making Oreo Balls...teheheee...I said balls).
So let's turn this happiness into a plan...so I can stay in a fun, funk-free mood. and stay in motion. and help keep everyone around me a little more sane.
I'm going to try and get myself back into a routine. A few light workouts here and there throughout the week so I can get back on track. So 2010 isn't starting from scratch. and so I can be more productive and a better person overall.
My body is itching to get back. I feel good. The ink has healed. And the post-Ironman recovery has gone over better than I ever imagined.
I've got some thinking to do about a routine. Nail down which days I'll do what. And then figure out for how long. And then figure out exactly what it is I hope to achieve in 2010 with my random feats of athleticism...and then, of course, surround myself with people who will support me and cheer me on in pursuit those goals. I've got a few ideas on racing looming, but I do know one thing...
...I won't be going long.
...then again. My definition of "going long" is drastically different now than what it was a few weeks ago. There may be a surprise or two in the mix. Should be interesting to sort out...
So stay tuned to see how Barbara gets her groove back.
...and hopefully the only funk you'll see from here out, is the funk oozing from my body after a long, hard workout.
I've discovered that I am significantly happier with a routine. rhythm. a workout to look forward to. knowing what's coming next rather than sitting around taking up professional couch surfing.
Not that there's anything wrong with that...but it's just not for me. (at least not right now.) Which is a little funny considering I've managed to secure a gold medal in the marathon portion of the event over the past few weeks. Also on the podium with me, the other half and Phog the wonder dog. and an empty 12 pack at my feet. surrounded by pizza and oreo crumbs.
What can I say? I have mastered the fine art of sloth and gluttony.
The nuns at my grade school would be so proud.
But honestly? Being sedentary is simply driving me bat shit insane.
BAT.SHIT.INSANE.
I hate it.
I need to be moving.
Swimming.
Biking.
Running.
Yogaing.
Lifting. (much to my chagrin.)
Stretching.
Insert-Favorite-Verb-here'ing.
Movement is critical to my well-being. and my sanity.
Wait. Let's back that up...
Me being in movement is critical to the well-being and sanity of my family, friends and co-workers. Because frankly, I'm pretty friggin' unbearable and borderline depressed when I can't be doing stuff. And when I say borderline depressed...I mean full out wonky depression.
The winter always seems to be rough though. The general lack of movement by society paired with the cold weather and December notoriously being a button-popper of a month has really done a number on me.
So this morning, in an effort to shake the funk, I pulled out the tights, laced up and went out for a run (I'm one of those folks who'd rather run outside in single digits for 2 hours than on the hamster wheel for 20 minutes). No gadgets or gizmos. Just me, my shoes (okay...I lied, my iPod is a gadget), and the open, icy road for four or five miles. I ran away from things...ran towards others...ignored distance....and pace...and enjoyed the stinging fire of cold air in my hot lungs. A familiar burn that makes me feel at home...in my happy place.
As a result, I've found myself in a ridiculously happy mood. (Okay...so other things may have helped, too...like the fact that Mike is making Oreo Balls...teheheee...I said balls).
So let's turn this happiness into a plan...so I can stay in a fun, funk-free mood. and stay in motion. and help keep everyone around me a little more sane.
I'm going to try and get myself back into a routine. A few light workouts here and there throughout the week so I can get back on track. So 2010 isn't starting from scratch. and so I can be more productive and a better person overall.
My body is itching to get back. I feel good. The ink has healed. And the post-Ironman recovery has gone over better than I ever imagined.
I've got some thinking to do about a routine. Nail down which days I'll do what. And then figure out for how long. And then figure out exactly what it is I hope to achieve in 2010 with my random feats of athleticism...and then, of course, surround myself with people who will support me and cheer me on in pursuit those goals. I've got a few ideas on racing looming, but I do know one thing...
...I won't be going long.
...then again. My definition of "going long" is drastically different now than what it was a few weeks ago. There may be a surprise or two in the mix. Should be interesting to sort out...
So stay tuned to see how Barbara gets her groove back.
...and hopefully the only funk you'll see from here out, is the funk oozing from my body after a long, hard workout.
Labels: Now What?
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 12:34 PM
2 Camper Comments:
You hit the nail on the head!! Give me back the routine. I am so down without it. Now I am working on a fun 2010
Is there anything sadder than a lost Ironman post-race? At least you figured it out pretty dang fast and are on the mend. :-)
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