If you're reading this, you're probably sick of hearing about the healing foot. Try having the damn thing. The road to Boston, like progress, isn't linear. And it includes a few detours. The current detour has lasted about six months. Not only am I sick of having it, I'm sick of talking about its progress. And that's just it, it's making progress, even if it's slow. So, to keep you, lonely reader, which is mostly myself and sometimes James or my Mom, entertained, I've decided to twist this blog around to include the many paths and adventures traveled on my way to Boston someday. There's the injured path, the training path, and the life path, which includes school, work, and everything else.
Paths traveled this week:
Injury: Making progress.
Training: Traveled 12.8 miles this past week on foot and 3100 yards in water. It was a light week and even included a day off on Saturday. Running felt good, even tried waking up my fast twitch fibers on Thursday, only to have them want to remain slow twitch, but that bodes well for any marathon training. Since taking it down a notch and increasing cross training, I have felt stronger and in shape on all runs. Interesting. I also had a nice trail run on Wednesday morning. I love living close to six or so different trails...close enough to not have to drive.
Life: Had a midterm for a class that I freaked out about but there was no need to do so. In doing so, I realized that I tend to exhibit test anxiety with anger, withdrawal, and procrastination. This is good to know for the future, indeed. Work wise, the cross country team headed to the Legends Meet on Saturday. It was a great tune up for our upcoming "playoff" season.
Speaking of anxiety, you know how they tell you to go to a place that makes you happy when you become stressed or anxious? They usually suggest you imagine a beach scene. Well, the beach never quite worked for me. And I've struggled for so long with finding that comforting place. Until this past week. As odd as it sounds, my comfort place is a hospital bed! Whenever I get worked up (ala panic inducing feelings) I lay myself down and imagine I am in the hospital- in the care of others who will ensure that nothing bad is going to happen. Maybe I took so long to find this place in my head because I was afraid to let my mind explore the odd. Moral of the story? Next time you find yourself seeking "expert" advice, don't be afraid to think outside the box. Much of what is "expert" is merely a researched opinion. The difficult answers lie in you anyway.
Lastly, some of my heightened anxiety this week was probably attributed to, well, yes, being a female, ahem, but add to that, making the decision to embark on foreign travel. Yes, the road to Boston stops in Peru between November 17th and November 30th. James and I, along with his travel buddies, will be adventuring the Andes of Peru, including Lima, Cusco, and Machu Picchu. This leaves me overly excited and yeah, a little nervous. Last year, I told myself that I should embark on an "adventure" each year that puts various fears to the test. My 2 day trip to Miami, FL to meet this guy I met online was last year's adventure. Peru, and all of its glory, will be this year's. Habla Espanol?
