"Happiness does not come from doing easy work but from the afterglow of satisfaction that comes after the achievement of a difficult task that demanded our best." - Theodore I. Rubin

Friday, May 21, 2010

"Cross training"...

Do I want to bike lately? NO. Do I want to go stare at blue tiles on the bottom of a pool lately? NO. Do I want to blare music and beat the crap out of my brother’s speed bag??? YESSS ☺ This morning I asked him to fix the damn thing (he hit it too hard and for too long recently that he literally ripped part of out of the wall), haha I love it. I’m going to have him teach me how to hit it so that when I am frustrated, stressed or just want to get pumped up, I can go into our workout room and just go to town ☺

I’m almost done with week 3 of no running and I am just mad lately. I’m mad I decided to move a 40 lb. box last May, down the stairs, while barefoot, and proceeded to trip over one of my dogs and fall, landing on my heel. Within 2 weeks I had my injury that I’m currently trying to heal. I’m mad I decided to run the morning after I fell, and after only 5 hours of sleep. I’m mad I moved boxes up and down 3 flights of stairs in Oregon with old running shoes on my precious feet; my precious feet that must stay healthy for me to make a living. I’m mad I didn’t listen to my body the day I had to run almost 2 hours, the afternoon I arrived in Oregon after driving for 24 hours and about 3 of it was sleep. I’m mad and regretful of my stupid mistakes I made exactly one year ago. I wish I could go back and change them. I try to tell myself what my physical therapists at Endurance Rehab tell me…”Your bone spur could have already been there before all of that, and your injury could have happened eventually no matter what” ….I’m not convinced, clearly.

Who wants to hear about sad, depressing complaints though? No one…because truly NO ONE really cares if you are having a bad day, week, month or year. In fact I can think of a lot of people that would probably be happy to hear someone else is unhappy. Misery loves company. In the end, all you have is yourself anyway…it’s up to YOU to determine how your life goes…for the better or for the worse.

Biking doesn’t make me feel better. Swimming doesn’t make me feel better. However blasting my favorite rap music while driving and hopefully soon, hitting a speed bag until my hands ache, will make me feel better ☺ Spending time with fun, positive people always makes me feel better. My dogs that I love more than life itself make me feel better. The beach makes me feel better. Cooking and baking make me feel better. Going out dancing makes me feel better. Good food and good beer make me feel better. For the next 3 weeks and two days, I will be doing all of the above, (maybe some all combined into one trip somewhere) I’ll bike and swim only when I feel like it and when it’s time to put my feet back out on the roads, I know damn well I’ll feel muuuuuch better ☺

Wonderful quote and so applicable right now: “You become what you think about”. Damn straight. ☺


  1. Aw! I am so sorry girl! Wishing you a calming 3 more weeks. You are right though, you need to take advantage of it! Have fun, eat foods you normally wouldn't in training and have more of those chambord margs!!!! 3 weeks will be over before you know it! :)

  2. be strong for the last three weeks! the time will pass and you'll hopefully be on the roads again soon.

  3. Ahhhh.... keep your spirits up! Lots of people care. As an elite athlete, when else do you get to really chill out and experience life outside running?! If I was down there we'd be shot gunning Bud Light Lime and doing tequila shots, hahaaa! Hey, I was out running the other day and someone posted signs for a "Missing Yorky".... I thought of your buggers! Man, I miss them.

  4. Ariana, Caroline and Camille, Thanks for the comments! Sorry it took so long for me to respond. I appreciate the support. Yes Camille they are hilarious. They just got groomed yesterday so they are lookin handsome! Perfect timing for our 110 degree day we are having today, ugh