This week has been amazingly quiet and lazy, in all the ways a post-race week should be. I slept in, I propped my feet up. I ate, I watched TV. I am feeling well-rested in a way I haven’t in quite awhile. I ended up taking four full days off running, finally deciding to go for an easy five mile shake out yesterday morning. Nothing fancy, just me and my music with the first hints of sunlight. No real soreness, no weird aches or pains. I was a little sluggish, but mostly because I had all too quickly to that whole sleeping in thing.
The quietness of the week was also due to my own reflection on where I’ve been and were I want to go. Feeling like you’ve had a minor setback, even if it is only a minor setback, tends to encourage this reevaluation. Am I focused on the right goal (getting faster)? How and I going to achieve this elusive fast(er)ness? Should I focus on something else? Should I even have a goal? (Yes. I don’t know. No. Yes.)
I think the most important concept for me to hold onto is daily commitment, or rather the idea of recommitting every day. I’m fairly certain that if I keep plugging I’ll get where I want to go, but it’s simply the plugging part that’s the most important. Besides, racing is never a failure in the sense of setting out to do something and then doing it. (Rinse. Lather. Repeat.)
I’m feeling lighter this week, comfortable in my skin and a little more pliable. We’ve also been gifted with a true spring this year, a slow transition between winter and summer that I’m a-okay with, and I’m looking forward to a weekend of wandering and porch sitting.
This is somewhat of a short post, but it’s Friday afternoon, so I’m sure you’ll forgive my brevity. Cheers!