I was about to type “I dragged myself through life last week”, and realized I wrote basically the same thing in last week’s past. At least dragging is a form of movement, so my life is not stagnant. In keeping with that theme, here’s what I dragged myself through last week:
My Monday run was trash. To be fair, this was (at least mostly) my fault. I had both tuna and avocado in my lunch, and it wasn’t until I was queasily trying to push through a fast interval that I considered how much fat that is. Umm…duh, self. I cut my losses on the intervals but only cut the run short by about half a mile. Important lesson: easy runs are fine while you’re still digesting…hard runs are not.
I switched up my usual running schedule to do an easy run on Wednesday. The pace was slower than I’ve run in a long time and I felt like it would be impossible to go any faster (at an easy effort). At some point during the run I decided maybe focusing my form would help and started telling myself: “engage core, fire thrusters [i.e., glutes], blast off”. Yes, like a rocket. Good running form is like being a human rocket. That’s your weird metaphor for the week.
I put off my final run of the week until Sunday, but it was worth it because I finally had a good run. I did intervals at estimated 5K pace and I think this was the first run where I’ve been tentatively optimistic that I could actually run the full race at a fast-for-me pace.
I booked flights for Christmas. Goodbye, money.
I planted some garlic.
I went to the library 3 times – just to return books or pick up books I had on hold. Still the best kind of errand though.
What’s the weirdest running metaphor you’ve heard/used?