Last week I sat in front of my computer to write a weekly review and thought “ugh, one more thing to do”…so I closed the tab and didn’t. What a ridiculous attitude to have towards something 100% voluntary and supposedly fun, right? While it is end-of-semester crunch time, the last couple weeks were really more hectic than busy. Meaning, my obligations didn’t require excessively more time than usual, but there were just so many different things that I felt like I was constantly switching gears. Task switching = brain drain. (True story.)
But now it’s finals week, so my schedule is suddenly empty. (I don’t have finals and there’s no final in the class I TA for.) Now I should have enough brain power to remember to pack gym shoes. I forgot them TWICE last week…the same number of times I go to the gym.
The week before last everything ticked along recovery-wise – 3 2-3 mile runs, 3 workouts, 1 restorative yoga class. Until the final run of the week. I went for 3 trail miles, and about half a mile into the downhill half of the run, my hip started hurting the same way it had during the race. It’s hard to describe, but it felt like the hip was pulling on my knee. Thankfully the knee never started hurting and the hip pain hasn’t shown itself again, but it’s back to PT next week to see if we can get me 100% fixed.
Last week was more uneventful, despite my forgetfulness.
Monday: 2 miles around the neighborhood with Kara. Restorative yoga class.
Tuesday: Forgot my gym shoes. Thought about working out at home. Decided….eh.
Wednesday: 3 neighborhood miles. Mostly with Kara, but I dropped her at home for the last half mile because she was clearly getting tired. Also, I somehow managed to overdress for single-digit temperatures. Remembered my gym shoes to make up for yesterday.
And even found time to pop in at the library’s “pop-up” book sale.
Thursday: Hydro run class. I’ve had my bag of pool stuff sitting in my office for a couple weeks – because I know you were wondering how I managed not to forget anything 😉
Friday: Forgot gym shoes again. And shortly after I got home, we headed out for a holiday stroll in the northside area of town (it’s near downtown, but a lot quieter).
Sunday: Kara and I had the best trail run. The sun was out – I realize the photos might suggest it was setting, but that’s just my phone camera having lighting troubles – but the trail wasn’t busy at all.
There was a good packed path that was powdery rather than slick.
We were having so much fun that Kara insisted we go a little further when we got to my planned turnaround point. Then she got to this bridge and decided…”nah”.
All together, a little over 4 miles to make 9 for the week. And I did about half a strength workout when I got home, to make up for all those shoe-forgetting days.
Do you experience end-of-year brain drain?
What’s your ideal winter running location?