A few weeks ago, I wrote about my New Year’s resolution to focus on my mental, physical, and emotional health. So far, it’s going pretty well. I did struggle a bit with the challenge, and although I’m continuing to do the challenge, I’ve also modified it a bit for my sanity, and I’m not stressing myself out over it because I’m pretty sure that’s not the point.
But more importantly, I’ve been making a conscious effort to take this time off of a true training plan (since my next marathon training plan doesn’t start until February and will be pretty light for a few months) to get outside more than usual and add some non-traditional workouts into the mix. Well, non-traditional for me. It also helps that AJ usually finds these activities less hateful than running and is more likely to do them without complaining. I am also attempting to get outside more in an effort to despise living in South Carolina less, since hating it is not doing my emotional health any favors. It’s not something I talk about on the blog, but anyone who knows me in real life knows that I’m not exactly in love with where I live. If I could live anywhere, I’d probably move out west to Wyoming or Colorado or Utah or FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEWHERE WITH MOUNTAINS but for now, I’m stuck in central South Carolina. I’m working on making my peace with that while still plotting my escape and reminding myself (about every 30 seconds) that nothing is permanent if you don’t want to be. Well, except kids and amputations, but you know what I mean.
A couple weekends ago, we headed out to Harbison State Forest, which is about half an hour from where I live. If you recall, I used to do some trail runs out there. It’s a pretty place but the trails aren’t terribly exciting for hiking, although they’re pretty good for running and not killing yourself.
This past weekend, we went skiing with my best friend from high school, her fiance, and a bunch of their friends. I’m a bridesmaid in her wedding, so we wanted to get to know everyone beforehand. Plus, we do love skiing, even if I am mostly terrible at it and excruciatingly slow. We go a few times a year, and I always have a blast – I’m just not interested in breaking any more bones (12 in one lifetime is enough). I never fall, mostly on account of maintaining a steady speed of 2 miles per hour.
I did end up skipping a day of barre while we were skiing, since that was sort of an all day affair, but I did 13 days in a row and got right back on the horse on Sunday.
I’m already researching outdoor activities for this weekend! South Carolina people, give me your suggestions. It must include some type of thing that could be considered a physical activity.
One big thing I’ve been considering lately and spoke to AJ about this weekend is the possibility of writing a book. I’ve been approached about it a few times, but it has never felt like the right time. To be honest, I’m not sure right now is either, but I guess you never know until you try. I’ve always thought the idea was odd since I don’t think my life or story are particularly unique or interesting, but I guess some people do. The one thing that gives me pause is that the reasons why I started running, which have not been shared on the blog in any detail, are personally pretty traumatic. I don’t handle them well, and I don’t really like talking about them. That being said, I can’t write a book without including them in some form or fashion (while maintaining the privacy of those involved to the extent possible), which would cause me to have to spend even more time thinking about them. I’m not sure I’m ready for that, and I honestly don’t think it would be cathartic – it’s just a part of the story I can’t leave out. The book (and really, my path in life) wouldn’t make sense without them. With my focus being on health this year, I’ll have to evaluate how the writing process affects me and see if it is worth it. I’ve always known that if I ever did write a book, it wouldn’t just be a regurgitation of the stories on my blog – after all, you can read these for free, so that would be kind of rude. We’ll see.
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