This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
I’ve always identified this song with distance running since it (and Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood) came on in he closing stretch of the race that made me a half marathoner. It’s also one of those songs that I heard for the first time live when she played on the Intrepid a few years ago. It’s such a beautiful and powerful song.
A lot is rightfully said about runners listening to their bodies. Less is said about listening to our minds. I think that’s always important go do, but crucially during the mess of these last three months.
Personally and professionally, I’m fine. I’m working, I’m healthy and speaking of the events of the last two weeks, I am privileged to be at no risk of being arrested or injured if I’m outside at 8:01 PM while curfew remains at 8 PM. Was I really OK? Are any of us? Probably not. The always awkward How are you? has become even more so now when we frequently don’t know colleague’s or acquaintance’s personal situations.
I kind of touched on it in a prior post, but I also felt it in struggling to get out of bed in the morning. Through running I’ve turned into a morning person, but all of a sudden getting up at 7:45 was hard. But it was a catch 22, because why get up if I was in physical pain and couldn’t walk/run the way I wanted to? So why bother. Although my social anxiety has been much improved by being around fewer people, my overall anxiety has not been great. I know I’m far from alone in that as we all struggle to navigate this utterly foreign situation.
What’s my point with this? Listen to your mind as well as your body. Talk to someone. Get professional help if you need it. There’s no shame in or reward for struggling. And I’m always happy to be that ear for anyone.
Me? I think/hope I turned the corner. What was part of my answer? Being able to see family in person. Physically being able to run again without pain. Being able to run in person with a dear friend.
Phase 1 starts Monday here. I don’t think it’s going to have much impact on my day to day life, but I am so glad what it means for some small retail businesses who I really hope make it through this storm. Current rumor on Phase II (aka hair cuts) is July. I’m not in any rush to get a hair cut, but it means I’ll hit my quarantime goal of a ponytail because I’ve been rocking pigtail buns for the last week. They make summer running so much easier.
as I worked on my spreadsheet for June (I clone last year’s so as not to have to redo the formula), something caught my eye on June 19:
- 3.12 miles
- 0:40:04 time
- :12:51 pace
- Marathon training day one: strides, gym stretch
Cannot believe a year ago now I was over thinking marathon training and I’m a few short weeks from having joined my first Rogue session. I love the people and coaches I trained with and could not have asked for a better marathon experience.
I still haven’t read Hanson’s First Marathon. In fact, it probably needs a new home. If you’re interested in reading it, please let me know. If it’s more than one person, I’ll pick a name. I’m going to say US only because USPS is having issues at the moment due to COVID and I don’t trust that it will get to you.
- never miss a Monday: similarly to a few weeks ago, albeit with no snow, we had a huge weather swing and this run was in capris and long sleeves, although a tee probably would have been OK too. I won’t complain about mornings in the 50s as that’s sheer perfection for running. This was the first time I went all the way to the northern end of the East River loop, which means ~ 4 miles round trip. Although I tired in mile four, it felt good and pain free. Thanks to a current promotion, iced coffee is cheaper than hot at 7/11. Thanks for enabling me. My Peapod order came late morning and $36 of it was fresh and frozen salmon due to a sale. Salmon + Capers = Heaven.
- Tuesday: I took a fairly long walk before work, and after work I happened upon the Black Lives Matter march in my neighborhood on their way down/across town from Gracie Mansion. Especially poignant as it’s Pride Month were signs recognizing the LGBTQ communities of color. It was interesting to follow Blackout Tuesday on social channels and see how it was observed within my industry. Not only was a meeting cancelled in lieu of a time to reflect, but a meeting on Thursday was converted into a Zoom viewing of George Floyd’s funeral. I really appreciated both the person who requested it, and the meeting facilitator who immediately said yes.
- Wednesday: Global Running Day. Elizabeth and I planned to meet at Fred, but I live closer and got there first and doubled back to meet her near my other favorite, A. Ham. Despite doing four miles on Monday, my knee/hip felt pretty good and I ran home after our 5Kish in the park on a beautiful morning. Being with people in person is so important.
- Thursday: a shorter walk before work, and a meander after to get a couple of pre-curfew errands in. I didn’t think I’d actually make goal, but I did rendering this the first work week where I hit my Fitbit goal daily since quarantime. While I meant what I said about numbers not defining me, it feels good to be more active. More normal.
- Friday: four humid miles. Bawled through Fight Song. Hit repeat and listened to it probably four times in a row. Luckily it was early and I saw only maybe five people. That also meant I could lose the mask since I wasn’t wearing a particularly breathable one and it didn’t go so well with the humidity. I’m pro-mask, but I can’t wait for my Zensah mask to come so I don’t feel like I’m breathing through a sock. Ended up working later on Fridays than I normally do in summer so just had quick hop to the East River. Glad it didn’t rain too much harder as my umbrella wasn’t up to the task and ended the day in the trash.
- Saturday: tested out my walking speed for (my) day one of Deborah’s RunBet since I didn’t remember to sign up before my run on Friday. Syncing with Garmin is so much better than the last time I tried and I really didn’t have an issue keeping walk under 18mm despite the humidity and getting out later than I wanted. After that, I had a lovely afternoon reading in the park. So grateful for the state tree of NY, scaffolding, as the storm wasn’t long enough to go back upstairs. And I made it until June for my first sunburn. ALways seem to miss a spot with sunscreen.
- Sunday: we walked some, we ran some, we mostly sat on a rock and talked. Came home to charge phone, get Kindle, make dinner so I don’t fall into pizza again later and head back out. There’s a park bench with my name on it which I’ll be re-claiming soon. It is too nice to be inside.
Go The Dist:
Had a laugh as I looked at #GoTheDist YTD:
- 1,790,005 steps. LOL. Those five. Crucial.
- 334,400 steps
- 145.14 miles run/walked
- 36.65 miles run.
Between no commute or marathon training, and continued recovery, June is going to look very different to June 2019. Only goal is continued running without pain