I’ve spent the week in Florida helping my mom recover from some surgery (which went quite well, thanks!). I have not once managed to wake up early to run or swim in the semi-tolerable pre-dawn “cool” (75 degrees with 99 percent humidity). I did, however, manage to get off my butt and run in the completely-insane midday heat (89 degrees with 99 percent humidity).
I am trying to be OK with the fact that right now, in the wake of a crazy past year and a kinda emotional week, it’s OK to have slightly lower expectations for myself. As part of that, I’m accepting that 5:30 a.m. was just too early this week. I’m also accepting that 9 a.m. was just too early to post on this blog. A much better time to provide a blog post: at 5 p.m. on the Friday before a holiday weekend, when nobody wants or expects it.
In other news: Remember that half-marathon I was supposed to run before life got in the way? Steve’s running it in my place! I’m thrilled that this time, he’ll be the one running, while I’ll be the one on the sidelines, opening the Champagne bottle for mimosas.
2 responses to “Lowering expectations, popping Champagne”
About ten years ago I said goodbye to the perfect Ann. I wanted so bad for everybody to love me that I said, yes too often when I should have said no. Those yes’s were often said to myself. Yes, I can run a 10 miler 2 weeks after giving birth. Yes, I can BQ even though that means cutting over an hour off my time. Yes, I can run injured. There came a point when I decided to let that Ann go. This Ann isn’t perfect. But she is certainly a lot more laid back and a lot more fun to be around. Good luck Amy.
So glad you posted this. My favorite trail half marathon is this weekend, and I did not get in the training I should have. Partly due to a trip to France which was of course completely worth it — I now feel even more ok just letting it go as a race, and just running it slightly harder than I would a training run.