I think Hell may be freezing over! 🙂
Yep, I’m taking a break! Yep, no running. NO running. Yep, no walking. Not even walking. Yep, no working out. Not even my upper body! I know, I know! What has happened!? Oh no! What in the world? Is it cuz of the government shut down? There’s an October challenge! There’s a race on Saturday! Martha, grab your coat! HELL is freezing over!!!!
Relax. Hell is NOT freezing over. Pigs aren’t flying. And, the cows haven’t come home.
In September I ran every day. EVERY day. No big deal. Many runners do it. Many runners have done it for weeks, months, years AND decades. In September I increased my mileage every day, only by a mile, but still it was an increase. Again, no big deal. Ultra runners probably think increasing mileage slightly is normal. Elite runners probably think running 100+ miles a week is simply part of being “elite”. Please note… I’m not an ultra runner nor am I an elite runner. I’m simply average. 😉 But!!! And, here comes the purpose of the dreaded rest… The last two days of the running challenge I pushed too hard, masked the pain and thrashed my right leg. Then, cuz this is what Rhonda does, I did not rest. I started the October stair challenge and just kept right on going. Sure it hurt! Sure my quad throbbed in pain, sure my knee groaned with every step, sure my mind was battling the “rest” demons! Sure! But, I pressed on. Oh, yes, I’d take a day off and headed to the weight machines or maybe I’d walk rather than run. Or maybe I’d do the stair mill rather than “real” stairs. All because of the race on Saturday. I’m so looking forward to this race! I really cannot wait!
I can usually tell if I’m hurt or if I’m injured. 😉 If I’m hurt, I just run, walk, or workout through it. If I’m injured, I have to go to battle with the little people living inside my head to get the okay to rest. And not just rest but GENUINELY REST. Like not even get on my feet! And, this my friend is a BATTLE. There’s about one sane person living inside my head. She’s the voice of reason and she RARELY gets listened to. Usually the crazy one, the one who is obsessed with not settling, not giving in, not quitting, not looking like a slacker, her! She usually wins the argument and the rest of us minions simply follow along. Yes, we belly ache. Yes, we moan and complain. Yes, we hobble in the mornings. Yes, we know exactly how much ice is needed for an ice bath or the ice bag. Yes, we know how much Ibuprofen we should take. But when the sane person finally SHOUTS loud enough then us minions turn to her voice and follow her. We get on board with resting, taking a break, easing up, enjoying others’ successes. And the body in which we congregate gets a break and we heal. Sometimes crazy girl snaps us out of la la land (as she calls it) and back into bootcamp before we are fully recovered but sometimes sane girl puts her foot down, crosses her arms, sets her shoulders and commands “SIT DOWN!”
So, that’s where we are at tonight. Sane girl couldn’t take it any more, got on the bull horn and simply yelled “IF YOU WANT TO RUN THE STAIR RACE ON SATURDAY THEN YOU NEED TO STOP NOW!!!! IF YOU WANT TO BE A SPECTATOR ON SATURDAY KEEP ON GOING!!!!” And THAT got crazy girl’s attention. What? Spectator? “Oh HECK NO!” So, now she’s being all nice to the rest of us… “Here, take it easy. Play on your phone. No need to run with Team RockStar, just wait for them at the car. Try another game of Candy Crush. No need to keep up with the October challenge, we will catch up next week when we get back. Here sit on the couch. No need to go to the gym, we don’t want sore arms or cranky abs. Here is the remote. No, rest, my pretties, rest.”
Which really means we are gonna get our butts kicked when the race is over!