Saturday, January 19, 2013

Lack of.....

Today was a cold day.  I tried to talk my friend Jay, (a big wig at Starbucks in Seattle), into implementing a Starbucks delivery program.  Told him I needed a "Whipping Skinny Quad Shot Mocha with Extra CHOCOLATE! He just laughed and told me it was 50 degrees and Sunny there!

I was looking forward to an easy 11 miles outside today. That little bit of enthusiasm soon changed.  The weather here in the valley has been so gloomy. The INVERSION has settled here in Cache Valley.  Cold, red air days, and lack of being able to see the blue sky seems to be taking its toll on many of us.

When I woke up the temperature was -10.  At 10:00 it was 1 degree.  I kept putting off running, in hopes it would get better. It didn't. And it only got worse after that.

I went to the gym. Yes I did 11 miles on Satan's Sidewalk.  And yes, it was not pretty. Those 11 miles took me forever to get in. I was on the treadmill for 2 hours and 19 minutes to be exact.   At mile 9, I just wanted to be DONE.  I thought about hitting STOP.  But I didn't.  I began to notice that my feet were not landing softly on the treadmill anymore. I had become a "Clomper."  I kept trying to mix it up by walking, adjusting the incline, even jogging backwards. The speakers on my treadmill would not allow me to listen to a TV. My ipod music was not motivating me. My mind and heart just wasn't in it.

I am chalking this one up to:
Lack of Sleep (fell asleep at 3:15 am, woke up at  5:37 am)
Lack of Nutrition (Saturday's meals before I ran consisted of Special K cereal and CLIFF chomps @ the gym)
Lack of Understanding (What the CRAP?)
Lack of Inspiration (now why am I doing this?)
Lack of Strategy (so left foot then the right?)
Lack of Interest (I am SO BORED!)
Lack of Focus (My body felt fine. Breathing was great. Heart Rate was perfect, my Mind was racing elsewhere)
Lack of Confidence (I hate it when I start to doubt what I know I can do!)

1 comment:

  1. Good on you for doing it though! So many people would've stopped - you could've stopped! Any mileage on a dreadmill is hell, but 11 miles? I'm insanely impressed!