Yeah, I’ve been a slacker on the blog and on fitness stuff lately. My Etsy shop has kept me crazy busy, and I’ve had to cut back a bit on that because I was working myself into the ground. I felt like the “Time to Make the Donuts” guy. Painting from the time I work up to the time I went to bed. Whoever said, “Do what you enjoy, and you’ll never work a day in your life,” lied. No matter how much you enjoy doing something, there comes a point when it’s not always fun.
Anyways… a little over two weeks ago, I realized that I was signed up to do a Color Me Rad run with my brother and niece on June 1st, and that I hadn’t run in over a month. And a month before that, and several months before that. EEPS!
This gave me the kick in the ass I needed, and I’ve been exercising regularly again. I was reluctant, because I’ve been so sore and achy lately. Especially my feet. I suspect plantar fasciitis, but I haven’t bothered to get officially diagnosed because the doctor would just tell me to do what I can read to do in the interwebs. It was annoyingly painful, not debilitating.
But what I’ve noticed, is that I still wake up sore and achy every morning, but sore and achy muscles from exercising are much more enjoyable than stiff and achy joints from not. There’s something I almost like, in a sick weird way, about DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness). It feels good. It feels like… accomplishment.
My running is soooo slow compared to what I was doing when I was running all the time, but I’m amazed at how quickly I’m improving. On May 21st, I ran/walked 5k in about 42 minutes, averaging a 13:25 pace. Today, I did the same distance in about 38 minutes, averaging a 12:25 pace. That’s shaving off a minute in just about two weeks!
Oh, yeah, and Color Me Rad was lots of fun.
Here’s the weird thing… I want to be fit, strong, healthy and yes, hot. But I don’t want to be obsessed with it. That’s a problem I’ve had in the past. It becomes too consuming. I don’t want to count calories and grams of protein. I don’t want to care so much about whether or not I have a muffin top or dimples in my ass. I want to find balance.
Monday, I turn 42. According to Douglas Adams, 42 the answer the the question of life, the universe and everything. Hopefully, 42 will be the answer to some of my questions on finding balance.