My training this week did not go the way I planned, and I’ve kind of beaten myself up about it. I know, I know – me beating myself up over something stupid? You’re obviously shocked. Let’s get right into it.
- Monday: 3 mile run
- Tuesday: 6 mile run
- Wednesday: 3 mile run
- Thursday: off
- Friday: off
- Saturday: off
- Sunday: off
Um, the last time I took 4 days off in a row was literally the 4 days after my back surgery. And while I’d like to say that I took 4 days off this week because I felt like I needed to mentally or I made the conscious decision to do so, the reality is that I simply didn’t prioritize it. I was in the field in Georgia all week for work, so Monday – Thursday meant I was walking around in the swamp taking pictures of portajohn deer stands. I ran after work each day, and fitting that in was a rush, but since we left very early each morning to head out, it was a necessity. I knew that I would need to prioritize running this week and that I would probably not have time to add in anything else, but I was hopeful and packed a couple of barre outfits anyway.
My long run this weekend was supposed to be only 7 miles – a cut back week that I shuffled strategically. Our wedding reception was this weekend! Yes, we eloped in December, but our big celebration with friends and family was on Saturday at a brewery (where else?) in North Carolina. I thought for sure I would squeeze in 7 miles at some point on either Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday, but Thursday saw me spending all day in the swamp and then driving 4 hours home to frantically pack and have a panic attack over last minute details. Friday was an early drive up to NC and then obviously spending time with friends and family and then plenty of margaritas, Saturday was getting ready and partying, and Sunday was hangover. It just didn’t happen.
I’m not the type of person who believes in the phrase “I don’t have enough time.” I try to always find a way to work whatever it is – be it a workout, freelance job, whatever – because I am so self conscious about letting myself off the hook and making excuses when really I am just being lazy. Part of me knows that I could have just woken up at 4 am and gotten those 7 miles in, sleep be damned, so I feel a bit guilty for not doing so. The other part of me is a little more practical and possibly still a little drunk and doesn’t feel that guilty about missing a 7 mile run.
It was a pretty epic weekend, I have to say. If you know me in real life, you know that I worry a lot and absolutely hate party planning or events of any kind. It’s just not my thing. But I’m happy to report that the brewery was a huge hit and we danced, drank, played pool and cornhole, spent hours in the photo booth, and generally just enjoyed an amazing night. The lack of sleep means this might be an ugly training week too, but it was worth it! Good times were had by all.
This week of training might be ugly as I try to recover and catch up, but I’m ready! Marathon training is starting to heat up and I’m getting excited. With daylight savings time being here, maybe I’ll finally head outside on my bike once in awhile, too. Eh, that might be wishful thinking also.
Do you feel guilty about missing workouts?