When something bad happens, you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
The heart of the difference is not ability or even talent, but desire
The purpose of life is to discover and develop your gift. The meaning of life comes from sharing your gift with others. - David Viscott
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Life goes on.
I finished last week with 51 miles of running. It was a good slow increase over the month of December, exactly as "the doctor ordered". I can't believe I am so patient, but been busy with other things definitely helped.
On Monday I went to the track and basically repeated last Friday of 7 miles with 6x600m. As I told Jack, I don't compare my times to what I ran last year, or two years ago, or 4 years ago. If I did, I'd gone crazy. I just blocked my mind completely out of any memory of my interval pace and started afresh. Actually, it turned out to be not as difficult as I feared. I am beginning with a new empty sheet of paper, as if I have no idea what my time for any length is, take it as a ground zero and hope to build from here, second by second.
I also did another Power Yoga session for 45 min.
Tuesday morning started with 45 min on a bike and abs routine, followed by a run in late afternoon. I planned on going approximately 9M total with half on trails, but after doing 5M on Marquam trails I couldn't make my legs move. Well, not that I couldn't, but for some reason my legs were heavy from the go, and it was not pleasant. So I (lucky for me) caught Oleg just before he was leaving to pick up Alex from school and drove home with them. Later I joined Alex in our garage/weight room for 20 min and had fun with my son (spotting him on a bench press is a challenge).
While I pulled a bit my right quad with squats on Tuesday (too much, show-off mom), Wednesday’s morning run was just perfect. It was slightly snowing and calm and I took a new route that eventually brought me to a bike path inside the heavily wooded area with no lights. I made my way up and down rolling hills deep in my thoughts, taking it easy - and it felt easy, fluid, as if I could go forever. I didn't want to turn around and head home.
Thursday I wanted to return to a bit of tempo insert of 2.5M (or LT, whatever you prefer to call it). There was more snow on the ground, a thing white cover, and again, the temperature was very pleasant. I weaved in a neighborhood for 35 min (and thinking of Michelle and her description of early morning's dark backstreets), and committed all that time to thinking about some matters I was asked to be involved recently. It really is an interesting topic, although I can't get into much of it, but after pondering on it I had lots of tools and reasons to look at myself as well. I've made quite a few conclusions - for the topic and for myself. The track happened to be icy and snowy. I didn't want to risk sliding down (and getting some other stupid injury I am so good at), so I figured practicing slow flat running can be useful too, if I focus on form, breathing and feet turnover. Before I knew it, I accelerated for the last 6 laps. Not good pace-wise, but in type of a natural response when you keep a good running form. Tonight is another yoga time, later.
We've been blessed with the weather last few days, and it promised to stay like that (30s, light snow here and there and calm and sunny) for another week. I wish all winter is like that! I could take a dot more snow on the ground (probably what Michelle, Rob and Eric are up to in Seattle area), but surely no depressing rain.
Alex is doing well, and it's so much pleasure to have him around. He started school on Monday, and, of course, I am hating my cell phone, subconsciously awaiting a call saying some bad stuff. I guess it’s a body reflex. It will pass, it just been engraved for quite some time. He joined SAT prep class from PSU that conveniently began yesterday (night) and talk college (though no idea which one). He doesn't want to join any sport team/class, but lifts weights in our garage every day. It is so much good time when he asks me advice on different exercises, variety, how to alternate muscle groups, what to add...I am, like, cool and all:) We talk often and about anything that comes to our minds and it feels natural. Oleg had gone through a bit of "high expectation" phase, and now seems to be better. What can you do if you grew up as a "perfect child"? Today was a snow day ("This is what they call here snow day?!" - said Alex), and I came home to an absolutely clean house, I mean - spotless! With all the vegetables ready for soup, dog walked, laundry folded and dishes put away. Jeez, that was nice! Now, though, Alex seem to have gotten cold and lays in bed. Too many changes at once. Stephen is a happy camper and a spoiled little brother, we need to work on that one:)
I'll do (hopefully) 9-10 miles tomorrow, a long (want to go for 18-20M) on Sunday and Saturday we all are going to Mt. Hood to walk trails in snowshoes - personally, I've never done it, and not even sure I'll like it, not to mention I don't even have high boots, what means I am going to Gail's tonight to see of hers would fit.
I warned you, life is normal. And I like it this way:)