Hola! (This is the extent of my Spanish, by the way).
I’ve been on a self-imposed social media hiatus for a few days. Definitely impromptu, but I was due.
I didn’t necessarily plan to leave everyone hanging on the “did I or didn’t I” do the indoor tri. And I apologize for not responding to comments in a timely manner (I promise I will!).
Last week was weird. I won’t bore you with details of my out-of-nowhere week long funk (basically, I wanted to curl in a blanket and eat fried chicken all day and not talk to anyone or do anything while simultaneously moving far away and winning the lottery). So, instead of blogging about it and making people question my sanity, I decided to unplug for a bit and do things that make me happy.
I think everyone has probably guessed that I didn’t do the indoor tri. I wasn’t into it. And I don’t think it was even just the lack of swimming talent. For example, on Saturday morning, we set out for our run, and I made it 3/4 of a mile in before getting sick and having to walk home and lie down. So, if I had participated in the race, I would have made a scene, and not finished anyway. It’s like my intuition helped sway me in the right direction.
This sickness thing happens every once in awhile. Sometimes when exercising, sometimes when not (I had a lovely episode in the Reagan Airport once). My doctor has never been very concerned, so I just attribute it to having a stomach that makes mistakes every once in awhile. (Unfortunately, it isn’t related to alcohol consumption, so it isn’t even like I got to have a good time first! AND I’M NOT PREGNANT. I promise.).
Getting sick wasn’t fun (walking home by myself after sending Aaron on his way wasn’t fun either), but it reminded me to trust myself and my decisions. I did feel bad for not doing the race, but mostly because I felt like I was disappointing everyone. I truly love you all and value the friendship and support I get from the online community, but I think sometimes I get caught up in doing things just to be interesting for the blog. Yes I want to do a tri, and yes I really want to learn to swim. But that doesn’t mean I should jump into it before I’m ready or in a race that I don’t want to do just so I can have something to talk about. And I think this is what this race was. Something to talk about on the blog. I cannot turn my life into a publicity stunt. That’s how Lindsey Lohan gets herself into trouble. I don’t want to be Lindsey Lohan.
So, even though I got my stomach settled after the run on Saturday, I still didn’t feel up to running on Sunday. We are ahead of schedule for half marathon training, so we’ll push the 10 miler back to next weekend and still be ok. This gave me the awesome opportunity to sleep in which I desperately needed.
And while I didn’t do the tri this weekend, I DID spend a lot of time being Christmasy!
We finally bought our Christmas tree and got that sucker decorated! I love how putting up the tree can really make my house look and smell so much better. And really, now that I co-habitate with a male, I take any excuse I can get to cram in some glitter.
Got my Dicken’s Village up.
We took Giuseppe to see Santa Paws (he was terrified). Santa Paws also seemed a little nervous.
I got our Christmas cards sent out.
And I made some progress on my gingerbread house. Next up I have to insulate the windows with some window panes and do some fancy brick work. I’m on track to be done in a week and a half. Aaron really wants his kitchen back.
And even though I didn’t run all weekend aside from 3/4 of a mile, I had a strong 3 miler on Monday and solid quarter mile repeats yesterday (I’m averaging between 1:30-1:45 for a pace of about 6:13 a mile…HUGE improvement from last year!).
And, most importantly, I got over myself and my weird funk! But I still want fried chicken. All the time.
I hope everyone had a lovely weekend (is it weird to say this on Wednesday night?).