- November 8, 2009
- 8 Comments
- Fa' Real?, Health & Beauty
In Which I Ask Myself, "Why?"
I am at a crisis-ish point.
Idon’twanna.
The only “wanna” I got has to do with coffee, a warm blanket and my internets. Or Hulu. And cookies in the oven then subsequently… in mah bellee.
I don’t wanna keep going. But I can’t stop.
Running. I’m talking about “running. I took this pic today after my 11 mile run. I feel this pics says, “Save me…” Maybe it says, “I just took 800 mg of Ibuprofen and I need it to start working.” Or maybe it just says, “I’m really tired, and need to ice the arch of my right foot.”
Why 11 miles? Because I am getting ready to do a half-marathon in a few weeks. I love the idea. I hate the work. But I love the work.
I am so confused.
After a “run”, I am always “so glad I did.” But I find it is getting harder and harder to keep getting up.
Yet if I do not, I will find it harder and harder to get into my jeans.
And heaven knows I have no intention of givin’ up the sugar or the alcheehol or the bacon… for the sake of the jeans. I’d sooner chew off my own leg.
So, basically… maybe this running thing is my emotional equivalent of chewing off my own leg?
*Note: when I use the word “RUN” it has a much different speed-intent that my real-runner counterparts. However, I don’t like the word “jog”. It has a creepy-old-man-loose-shorts-P.E.-teacher feel to it. Ya know? So, “run” it is.
Yeah.
Running.
So, I am just in a spot. My life is completely full without running. Training. Yet, I know my life would suffer without it.
And yet, I “suffer”.
My right foot has not been without pain since June.
And sometimes it’s mah butt.
Or sometimes it’s mah calves.
Today… it’s my lower back.
And my thighs.
{And if I see ANY comments about my butt or thighs that make me uncomfortable. I will delete you. *deadpan stare at the crazies* I’m serious.}
But I continue.
For my jeans.
For my pastries.
For my alcheehol.
*grips chest* aaaand my bacon.
And when I train for the longer distances, I get hours of time with my friend Katie. Cuz we run together, talk the whole time and solve all the problems of the world.
And laugh.
See? The good, the bad and…
The Ugly… running is such an ugly activity. I made this video while training for the full marathon I “ran” last May. And as I watch it again, I think, “What is wrong with me?!”
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Hey Jenny…I really liked this blog because I just finished my 10 mile “run” (I actually prefer the term shuffle) and I feel almost the same as you. All I want to do is lay on the couch and watch TV, but those blasted kids of mine demand attention…whahahaha. I think we are training for the same event. When I sign up for these events my mind’s eye shows me gliding through the weeks of training, but my reality is anything but. In fact I live by the motto…Start Slow and Taper! Run on!!!–Stacey
Yeah, this cinches it. I’m not a runner. Never will be. You helped me make that decision,thank you! *blows kisses and bows* Well you and my hip that is not hip *limps away from computer just from reading this post*
I will stay as a cyclist (although I like the term biker better it’s just not the terminology) and walker. Someday…yes someday…I will be a walking biker! Hahahaha…
Um yeah, so I just registered for the FULL marathon last night. WTF are we doing to ourselves? My trainer even directly ordered me not to run it. And I’m going to do it anyway. Went out and ran 15 miles this morning. Now I’m tired and sore. And my butt and thighs hurt. So, tell me again, why do we do this? Oh yeah. Because it’s there. At least that’s the reason I gave my therapist last week. Literally.
I LOVED this post because i’m currently training for my first half marathon ever and now i’m freaking out because i’ve only run up to about 9 miles at a time – maybe it’s not enough for this stage in the game – AAAAHHHH!!! So, even though it was only 9 miles – in the pouring rain mind you – I could hardly move for half of Saturday – even after 4 Ibuprofen! So when my kids needed me up the stairs, it took a LONG time to get there:) By the way, i’m the one with four kiddos that you met at the kids school:) Thanks for bringing lot’s of laughter in to this running thing!
Jenny, I am so proud of you for getting up!! Cuz I’ve been meaning/wanting/needing to since this year started (notice how it’s already November??!!!) – and haven’t managed it ONCE! Not even once… I am so lazy.. and YOU are an inspiration, woman!!!!!
I just hope the inspiration will actually reach my inner Schweinehund* and get me into my running shoes and out that door!
*Unfortunately, there is no really apt translation for this lovely German expression. Literally it means swine dog, but it talks about that “other part” within us that convinces us that any exertion, pain, suffering etc. for whatever reason is just not worth it, and to keep on stuffing our expanding bellies/smoking/”fill in your vice of choice here”.
Praise Jebus I don’t have to run anymore (per my podiatrist who said, roughly 10 years ago: “Your running days are OVAH!”) THANK YOU! But I do work out quite vigorously, and I have to say, it makes no difference whatsoever on whether my skinny jeans fit. My weight is entirely dependent on what I shove into my piehole — I can exercise all I want (or don’t want).
But you are young, Young Jenny. Your body is still responding to the skinnifying benefits of exercise. So run on, my child. RUN ON!
And this is why you should only run when chased.
But you can’t argue with the results. You are a smokin’ hot mama!
For a minute there I thought you were going to announce that you were changing your blog name to “Jenny In A Spot.” Whew.