Holy crap kittens. I don’t want to say that I was taken aback by the amount of love you showed me last night, because I think that we are collectively loving people.
But wow. The texts. The tweets. The e-mails. The comments. The Facebook notes.
My heart just about exploded.
How we can move from that post to this moment in time might be a little bit confusing, but yesterday was the culmination of a week’s worth of grieving. Over the past few days I’ve had a bit of time to…sort things out.
So where do we go from here?
I’m taking six weeks off from running. Period. A break from high-impact, repetitive insanity will do wonders.
October 26th will be the six-week mark and after that, I’ll listen to my body and get back into the swing of things. At the moment, I can’t really imagine what THAT will feel like. But I’m guessing that it will involve some swearing and a lot of huffing and puffing.
What am I doing now?
I’m Hardcore power walking (yes, seriously) and practicing yoga. Since I have all of the flexibility in the world at this particular moment in time, I’m thinking that this might be the time to start dabbling in Pilates as well. Basically, if it doesn’t hurt when I do it or increase my pain afterward, it’s cool.
And yesterday, after pressing Publish, I registered for Grandma’s Marathon. June 16th is my new lucky day.
By the time I make it to the starting line, I will have been in marathon mode for nearly two years.
So now, in a twisted stroke of irony, I have all of the Time I could possibly want or need. And then some.
Which means that there’s lots of time for eating candy corn, drinking wine and living off of the land.
It also means that there’s lots of time to get the job done on my terms.
After all, it’s not very often that you can live through something once, write-off the end result, make all of the changes you thought of along the way and then finish the job.
I’ve started looking into the Hanson Brothers Running training plan. I’ve already polished off one training program – why not dabble?
I’m going to get faster.
I’m going to lose the marathon weight I gained and then some.
Because as psychopathic as this might sound, beyond the extreme time-commitment, the training didn’t really phase me. But this time around, I’m a little more inclined to stop and smell the roses.
In short, those who can’t do, plan.
Fitness Friends: What are your favorite low-impact activities?