After two and a half weeks of successful marathon training, in week four, I’ve come to what I hope is my only bump in the road. For weeks, I’d been anticipating a move to a new apartment just 10 minutes away from where I currently live in Arlington. I’ve moved during marathon training before– I moved from Lincoln, Nebraska to Arlington, Virginia during marathon training at about this same time last year. To me, as far as marathon training, this move from Crystal City to Rosslyn would be a piece of cake in comparison. I was wrong, and the impact colored my week. Continue reading “Week Four: Baltimore Marathon Training”
This week, I got back to a sense of normalcy. I have a job once again so that means I can’t sleep in until 9AM then wander off to 9:30AM yoga pretending not to be curious why so many other people are there on a weekday morning. Waking up in a strange apartment everyday has taken some getting used to. There’s the typical noises of air conditioners going and neighbors wandering down the hall, but in Arlington, Virginia, it seems like there’s literally always a fire to be put out somewhere. Distant sirens are so commonplace here I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll make my fortune by adding that sound to sleeping noise machine apps for “city” folk. I can’t be crazy with that idea…my sleep noise app has a distant train on it, which reminds me of the five years I went to college in a cow town that had trains going through it at all hours. Continue reading “Rooftops, Air Mattresses, and Forced Minimalism”
Training these days has handed me a lot of frustrations. I’ve been trying to be patient with what feels like “bad” pace times for me. I’ve been trying to just accept where I am right now with running. They say comparison is the thief of joy, but comparing yourself to yourself is highway robbery. I look back through all of the photos I took of my Garmin watch after long, successful runs and realized I was so hard on myself. One 16-miler, I ran with an average pace of 10:10 and lamented that my time was horrible despite having only gotten 4 hours of sleep and running in the jungle humidity of DC summers. Another 5-miler, I ran with an average pace of 8:56 and said it was not a great run. One of my most memorably strong runs was a 7-miler in 16 degrees last November at an average 8:46 pace and I did say I felt strong after that run, but I hadn’t been running “well” for a few days beforehand and the tone of my post was that I felt entitled to that strong run because I’d had a string of “bad runs” before that one. Those runs were within the last year and now I’d give anything to run paces like that. Something has changed with my running just as I was finally starting to see results in getting faster. These days, I can barely hold a 10:00 pace. I don’t get it. What changed so quickly!? Continue reading “Week Six: Chicago Marathon Training”
Friday morning, I woke up on an air mattress on the 11th floor of an Arlington, Virginia high rise, startled at the “world apart” feeling I had in my heart. A week ago, at this time, I was waking up in my Lincoln, Nebraska apartment…two days earlier, it was in my younger sister’s bed at my mom’s house…yesterday, a hotel room in Indianapolis and now
I am here again, waking up in DC. I’m back in “this town.” I have a car; it’s parked three blocks over in a garage. There’s an apartment in this building with my name on it– I just have to wait 15 minutes for the office to open so I can go get the key and move in. There’s a desk in an office building downtown, ready for me to sit down at it on Monday morning. And everything is back to the way I feel like it should be. Continue reading “Back in DC”
Like everyone, I’ve had my share of life experiences that make me realize, among other things, that I am not invincible. I can’t fake everything all the time, I can’t always be the person I visualize in my head, I can’t deny that sometimes I would rather sleep in, shut out, and shut down than handle one more thing. After all, it’s true that ducks, looking all cool and calm, paddle like hell under the surface of the water, but when they see a predator come after them, they freak out and fly away. They put the kibosh on the whole “cool, calm, and collected” thing and go a little nuts to get out of harm’s way so they can paddle another day. That’s kind of where I’m at with moving and marathon training right now.
By now, I’ve moved about a hundred times and I’ve always noticed that there’s a weird pyramid progression that goes on with moving. Continue reading “Chicago and DC…or Bust…!”
So, I’m not totally sure where to start writing something like this except to come right out and say it: Continue reading “On The Move”