DAY | PLAN | ACTUAL
MON | REST | REST
TUE | 4M/STRENGTH | 4M (9:17/MI)/STRENGTH
WED | 3M | 3.2M (9:51/MI)
THU | 3M/STRENGTH | 3M HILL INT (9:13/MI)/STRENGTH
FRI | REST | REST
SAT | YOGA | BIKRAM90
SUN | 5M | 6.0 (10.45/MI)
TOTAL |15 MILES | 16.2 MILES
Week 3 saw me totally getting into a groove. I’ve been back at work for two weeks now and things in pre-production are slow, steady, and super manageable. I’m getting home everyday around 7:00, getting dinner on the table and eating till 8:00, and writing from 8-10pm. Mornings see me rising between 5 and 530 so I’m usually able to get between 6 and 7 hours of sleep (7 is better!). I feel like I’m functioning at a very high level. My nutrition is solid, my rest days are rejuvenating, and I’m able to bring a great deal of energy to each workout. I’ve got kind of a sweet feeling I haven’t had since high school–I feel like an athlete. And, I like it.
I thrive off of this type of structure. When I used to have time off work and would have trouble getting going on my writing my hubs used to always remind me of the adage: If you want something done, give it to a busy person. As much as I like to think I want a lot of freedom with my time, I really am more efficient on a tight schedule. There have been quite a few moments the past couple weeks where I’ve felt like I am really living a dream–I like the hardworking go-getter that I see in the mirror. Hell, when I have a great run in the morning and get to work in something other than yoga pants, I pretty much feel like Superwoman. I know this could all change as my training moves forward and the mileage ramps up, but for now I am enjoying it for what it is and taking it one day at a time.
As happy as I’ve been with my efficiency, there has been one little sore spot peeking through–the time–or lack thereof, I get to spend with my husband. He and I have been together for a little over six years, married for almost three. He is the most wonderful part of my world–he fully and perfectly embodies the best of what I could imagine a life partner is supposed to be. Everything good is better because he is there. Everything bad is made tolerable because he exists. He is my favorite person, and for the last six years, we have gotten to spend an enormous amount of time together. There has always seemed to be this ebb and flow–if one of us was a little busier or had more on our plate, the other one’s load got a little lighter and would balance us out. Just a few months ago he was swamped with a full-time internship and a full load of classes (he’s studying for his masters). Luckily, this was just around the time I was wrapping up at work. I had time to help get his lunches together, or make him an early dinner so he could eat before class. Even when he didn’t have a lot of time, my schedule was flexible enough that I could slide in and be with him whenever he was free. While we do appreciate our independence, we also really like each other, and prefer to spend a lot of time together. It’s sort of why we got married, to be around each other most of the time.
Anyway, now we’ve had another shift. This time though, as my schedule has gotten jam packed with work, marathon training, and writing, his has ballooned as well. He’s at a new job and he’s absolutely in love with it. It’s really a thrill to see. My husband has never had a job that he’s really enjoyed so having him come home every night bursting at the seams to tell me stories is unbelievably joyful and uplifting. He’s challenged and interested and engaged and genuinely having fun. Not to mention–he’s so freakin’ good at what he’s doing–he was born for it. I’m really so proud.
With all that said, this new gig takes up a lot more of his time and energy. Even when he’s not working–he’s working. I am sure many of you know what I mean. The job is much more demanding than what he has done before and I’ll admit that it has taken some time for me to adjust to it. I’ve realized that I’ve been a bit spoiled–I kind of want him there whenever I’m free. We’ve been lucky to have things work out that way for us in the past, but now we’ve entered a new phase. We had a little talk about things the other night cause we both felt like we were really missing each other. We realize that in the coming months, time is only going to get tighter, but we also agreed that that was ok. We are both happy–for each other and for us. Good things are happening and we want to embrace them–we don’t want to reject any of the gifts the universe has brought us, we want to keep our arms open to keep receiving anything and everything the world has to offer.
As we get into the heart of this new and exciting time in our lives, I think it helps if we are both conscious and fully present during the time we do get to spend together. That hour from 7-8pm is becoming more and more valuable to me. I’m cherishing the few minutes he stands at the edge of the kitchen, watching me sear a steak and chop salad as he humors me with the characters he’s encountered on the street or in the office that day. As I write this, I realize how I treat the time I get with my hubs is really not any different than how I was explaining I want to approach rest–I want to grab on to it enthusiastically and wholeheartedly. I want to make the most out of each minute we have. If I get two hours to watch a movie with him on a Friday night, the phone goes in the other room. I want to do less multi-tasking and more focusing. I think one of the major lessons I am learning from training has emerged and begun to show itself clearly– I want to make the most out of my time and do things all the way. I want to do less, better.
1/6 of the way there folks. Thanks for coming along for the ride…
Alright, I want em’–all your stories about how training has positively or negatively impacted your relationships–let me hear them–or whatever else is on your mind. x