This is day 5 of my 30 day writing challenge.
It’s race weekend! Even though shorter races require less prep and travel, they’re still exciting and I’m starting to really enjoy them. So, Sunday morning I will (hopefully) be bright eyed, bushy tailed, and ready to run my ass off. In the meantime, I’m enjoying the slowness of Friday and the lazy evening I have in store.
This week has been a doozy at work, and I think part of my race excitement is using it as an opportunity to literally work out some of my pent up frustrations. Sometimes this backfires; if you’re too stressed you shut down and burn out, but lately I’ve found running to be the perfect catharsis. I’ve been sleeping well, so I am able to slough off the residue of my daily grind, but still. Not an ideal situation, and one that I’m working to remedy.
As a runner, perhaps it’s the grit I feel like I exhibit every morning in this whole training thing that I want to transfer elsewhere. I don’t feel nearly as tough at work lately, and so much of my current situation at work is having to fight to do the job I was brought on to do. I want to bust out my Wonder Woman shield thing (she had a shield, right?) and challenge everyone to some kind of old fashioned, fight it out, duel. “Oh, you think you have more insight than me on this thing I’ve done for years? How about we spar for a bit. Winner take all.” I think I’m imagining this sponsored by Nerf, and not MedievalSwords.com. I had a younger brother growing up, so I am no stranger to wielding various Nerf weaponry.
The great think about running, though, isn’t that it’s only catharsis for the bad shit, it can also be celebratory, peaceful, whatever I need it to be in the current moment. Right now? Right now I need it to help me kick some ass.
So, in the spirit of digging into our collective grit, I’ll quit typing at you and leave you (and me) with some motivation in case you need it as much as I do.
If you’re also racing this weekend, good luck!