Somehow it seems fitting that, being June 1, we talk about how things are blooming. Not just flowers, of course. Here in Portland, the weather's been less than stellar, so some of our usual bloomers are slow to bud and produce, but like me, they are slow and steady. They WILL get there eventually, it's just going to take time.
Yesterday, I went for my Tuesday run, and got about a block and a half before my Garmin died due to low battery. Old me would have bagged the run and gone home, because how was I supposed to run without something to tell me when to run and when to walk for my intervals???
How indeed. I opted to run a block, walk a block. It took a little longer than my usual :30/:30 interval, and that's fine. It worked for me, and I got my run in - 3 mi in 45 min. A nice slow run, no stressing my knees that were still a bit achy from Saturday. A good way to get back into the rhythm of running.
By the time I'd circled the blocks/neighborhood twice, it was time to head home. I ran back to the house, then walked on past for my cooldown. We live on a dead end, so I just walked up to the end and back. My pulse was going, my heart pounding, my breathing was quick - I felt wonderful. I felt clarity.
I felt like .. dare I say it? I felt like an athlete doing my cooldown. Not so much while I was running - although I ran without a hat or ponytail, so my hair was all bouncy and blowy and just felt good while I was trotting along - but while I was walking that cooldown, I felt good, really really good.
I've become an A-number 1 sweat-er with all my upped fitness and efforts. I was one who didn't use to sweat - I glistened, and not in a Twilight-y way, either. I was a delicate lil flower of womanhood.
Anyway, I'm great at sweating now. I love a good sweat. When I get done running, or with Zumba, or whatever, I'm checking for a mirror to see just how evident my effort is on my shirt. And it's not even consistently 70 degrees here yet! I can only imagine what a sweathog I'm going to be when we hit the 80s.
I had 2,224 fitness minutes in May. That's less than some of you, more than others. That's a record for me, one that I plan on breaking this lovely month of June!
If you recall (and for those of you who don't, here's a link - www.sparkpeople.com/mypa
) I declared November my month, and it could not have been ANYTHING further from the truth. Big ole hairy lesson learned on that one!
So, I am NOT saying June is going to be my month. June is going to be A month, one of twelve in this year. I do think I can increase my fitness minutes, but I'm not sure by how much. Just.. more. I do think in the process of increasing my fitness minutes, I can make the number on the scale decrease somewhat. Again, I don't know by how much, just.. some.
One good thing about June already is the fact that I've been able to move locations at work. I work in the same building, on the same floor, but.. I've gone from this:
My old location fronted an elevator lobby - that was my view, people coming and going all day, or nothing at all. My new location has WINDOWS! LIGHT! AIR! So, much like my plants that have happily moved with me to the new location, I will be soaking up the light and the air and the view of green things growing outside. Granted, the direct view is actually the 5th floor of the Marriott Suites Hotel, but if you look to the right, there are hills and trees and life! It's wonderful!
I just found out that another gal in my building is also a Galloway runner! Neat-o. Our training group (the Tribe) has started it's second session of Half training, so I passed the word to her to see if she'd be interested in coming along. She's considering it!
How did I find out? Well, I spent a nice chunk of time this afternoon talking with one of the office runner guys. I always admired him and the other runners getting out there at lunchtime for their runs. I still do, in a way - I don't run at lunch. I walk, now, usually. I can't be bothered to sweat that much at work, only to have to shower and fix my hair All Over Again. Not even the Aquanet helmet can save my hair from run-damage and sweat, so we won't be going there.
So, we talked and he actually invited me.. Me.. ME!? to run Pints to Pasta with him in September. Here's one of my sorta role models, and he's inviting me to run with him for this thing.
Internally, I'm all.. "Duuuuude, really?"
Of course externally I'm gracious and glad "That would be great, it sounds like a lot of fun!"
And then internally I'm back to "No freakin' way!" and "You've got to improve your speed, NOW"
Heh. I'm better now, much more calm and less spastic, but that's only because it's a long time until September.
I've turned the Spark menu plan back on, on my Nutrition tracker. Yea, I turned it off, thinking I could manage well enough without it. The current plateau since March says otherwise. I'm back on plan, back in range (mostly.. d*mn those almonds and pineapple angelfood cake last night!) and feeling a little less frantic. I'm still not focusing on releasing weight (says the woman who signed up for yet another weight loss challenge, this time with the Galloway SP team!) but expect my weight will decrease as my fitness increases, as long as I can balance out my nutrition a bit better.
I'm learning.. over and over again.. that you cannot control everything. You cannot control people's actions, the world at large, nature - so why fight it? Give up the fight and control what you can - your own emotions, your own reactions, your own destiny, your own path. Find that calm serene place, behind your eyes, within your soul, on the pavement, in your rushed breath.. find it, center in on it, and let the storm around you surge while you gather your bearings and ride it out.
The storm will pass, and you'll find yourself where you need to be. I am where I need to be. I'm finding my path, and while it's bumpy, it is not without its rewards.
Today, I'm bloomin'. Today, I'm happy to be me.