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Feb. 24th, 2024 06:14 amThese last few weeks haven't been too rough, just a combination of sick Cabin Girl, then sick wife, on top of the busiest time of year at dayjob and then a now 3-year-old who keeps waking up for 2-3 hours each night...
Just doesn't leave much room for anything else. -_-
On the plus side, I took the plunge and signed up for a 10k at the end of March. I've actually run over 7 miles for a race before, but that was, uhhh, way back when we lived in Arizona and I was in my 20s and about 50lbs lighter. That said, I hit 6.4k/4 miles right before my gallbladder eviction and have been steadily working my way back. I ran 7k last week on almost a whim (told myself I'd do 3k and then just kinda kept going) so I mapped out what distances I'd need to hit consistently in the coming 4-5 weeks to actually be ready for the 10k and... it was doable. Absolutely doable.
So I put money down and committed. I'm following a simple training schedule that's only 3 runs a week -- one 5k, one 3k, and then one increasingly longer run -- which actually fits my schedule. I wish I was the kind of person who can run 6 days a week, but the reality is, between the kiddos and my dayjob, I just can't. Okay, really it's the lack of sleep. That's been the biggest barrier for a while.
I'm curious to see how this effects my 5k time. I'd stalled out big on that, and largely because all I was ever running was 5k. And, you know, that was fine for then, but I'm tired of being such a slow runner. So: we'll see. It'll be close to the end of my usual running season by this 10k, but maybe I'll be able to push further into May and June this year. I just can't handle running the humid misery of a Florida summer anymore.
On the other side of mental health, a few writer friends clawed the cannibal!WIP out of me and actually read it and have a word doc going discussing issues and potential fixes. I love them and I love their excitement with helping me and I'd really forgotten how much I need a few cheerleaders in writing and I feel like I might have a path forward with fixing it, at least to my satisfaction. Of course, in the back of my head, there's a little voice saying it won't be enough to make my agent happy, but. Well. If it isn't, then this story just isn't for her.
And then I don't know what to do, but that's a problem for future me. I'm trying to claw back some mindfulness and stave off catastrophizing. I want to finish this WIP, so I'm gonna. And thanks to those writer friends, I even believe I can do it know.
Just doesn't leave much room for anything else. -_-
On the plus side, I took the plunge and signed up for a 10k at the end of March. I've actually run over 7 miles for a race before, but that was, uhhh, way back when we lived in Arizona and I was in my 20s and about 50lbs lighter. That said, I hit 6.4k/4 miles right before my gallbladder eviction and have been steadily working my way back. I ran 7k last week on almost a whim (told myself I'd do 3k and then just kinda kept going) so I mapped out what distances I'd need to hit consistently in the coming 4-5 weeks to actually be ready for the 10k and... it was doable. Absolutely doable.
So I put money down and committed. I'm following a simple training schedule that's only 3 runs a week -- one 5k, one 3k, and then one increasingly longer run -- which actually fits my schedule. I wish I was the kind of person who can run 6 days a week, but the reality is, between the kiddos and my dayjob, I just can't. Okay, really it's the lack of sleep. That's been the biggest barrier for a while.
I'm curious to see how this effects my 5k time. I'd stalled out big on that, and largely because all I was ever running was 5k. And, you know, that was fine for then, but I'm tired of being such a slow runner. So: we'll see. It'll be close to the end of my usual running season by this 10k, but maybe I'll be able to push further into May and June this year. I just can't handle running the humid misery of a Florida summer anymore.
On the other side of mental health, a few writer friends clawed the cannibal!WIP out of me and actually read it and have a word doc going discussing issues and potential fixes. I love them and I love their excitement with helping me and I'd really forgotten how much I need a few cheerleaders in writing and I feel like I might have a path forward with fixing it, at least to my satisfaction. Of course, in the back of my head, there's a little voice saying it won't be enough to make my agent happy, but. Well. If it isn't, then this story just isn't for her.
And then I don't know what to do, but that's a problem for future me. I'm trying to claw back some mindfulness and stave off catastrophizing. I want to finish this WIP, so I'm gonna. And thanks to those writer friends, I even believe I can do it know.
