I packed my gym bag last night. Sneakers. Socks since I wear Chacos to work and wouldn't have any on. Shorts. Sports Bra. Shirt. Shuffle. I brought it in this morning. I sat in on my desk. I've looked at it all day.
But I'm not going. Sigh.
I've run maybe 20 miles in the past month. Normally I run 20-30 miles a week. I know some of you are probably jumping for joy and thinking I've gotten my sense back. But really? I miss the running. I miss the weights I lift (ok, so it's nothing impressive, but enough to keep the arms looking nice in a tank top). I miss the cardio classes. I miss yoga. I miss seeing familiar faces at the gym.
I was recording my automatic gym payment in my checkbook yesterday and realized I went once all last month. At least I'm part of the Y and it's non-profit, so I don't mind giving them money. Plus it's not that expensive.
I'd feel guilty... but I've had good reasons for not going. I've been out of town. A lot. And I've been dealing with all this cold/sinus/apparently it was allergies all along mess for like 5 weeks now.
I really wanted to get back into the swing of things today, but I'm exhausted. The allergy medicine is totally helping, but I'm still not breathing as well as I'd like. I still have a bit of a cough. And my appetite has been messed up for a few days, I think mostly because all the problems and the meds are throwing off my taste buds.
If I went right now, I think I'd fall over off the treadmill.
The problem is that I'm running a marathon in December. Yes, that's quite a ways away. However, the training plan got mapped out on the calendar this week and ideally? I should run 11 miles on Saturday.
I had full intentions of being in decent shape at this point. I wanted to be able to jump into the training this week with no problems. Unfortunately, not running much the past few weeks is going to throw me off a bit. But I'll bounce back. I'll still run 11 miles on Saturday... goodness knows if I could go do 10 a few weeks ago when I was REALLY congested and hadn't run in a few weeks that I can manage. It'll be a slow run. And a hot one... have I mentioned the humidity in TN?
So I'm not going to the gym today. Instead, I'm going to go home and take a short nap. And eat a good dinner. And go to bed at a reasonable time (last night couldn't be helped... a girlfriend I don't see often enough was in the neighborhood so OF COURSE I stayed up too late gabbing with her). I've also been doing this annoying thing of waking up like a full HOUR before I need to, and only going back to sleep like 10 minutes before the alarm goes off. Annoying.
I'm putting it out there so that I can hold myself accountable to the blogging world... I will go to the gym tomorrow. And I will run Saturday. And I will go on my normal schedule (assuming I can remember what it was in like April and May when I was on it) and get back into the swing of things. And I'll add back my core workouts and the occasional bike ride. It will feel good. I will feel awesome. I'll be making my way toward meeting another goal at the Memphis marathon.
Of course, I'll be out of town in DC next weekend, then Memphis for DMB the following, and then possibly on a canoe trip the weekend after that... looks like I might really have to kick it up a notch.
Stay tuned over the coming months for more in the adventures of Melanie training for the Memphis Marathon... this will be the 4th one. I'm thinking Chicago 2009 for number 5, but we'll get to that later.