I'm not a doctor.
You're all clear on that, right? Get medical advice from a professional, um,
medicine person. Not from a poet. Also, there's more swearing. Because I can.
I also want to remind
you (and myself) that some of these realizations/developments/changes were 16
months or more in the making. Process, process, process.
If you want to start
from the beginning, you can do so here. Here are 51 – 60:
51. I SMILE
If I can't smile when I'm working out, I am working too
hard. It's not that I always want to
smile, don't get me wrong, but if my face is locked in a grimace and my hands
are so tightly fisted that I'm leaving fingernail dents in my palms, I'm taking
energy that could be going to my workout (usually my run) and putting it into
the wrong places. I slow it down if I have to, but often, just smiling is
enough to get me to relax. Just because it's work doesn't mean it has to be
agonizing. If nothing else, I smile during the last tenth of a mile or so of
every run—fast runs, medium runs, long runs. I smile at the end of hard runs
because they're almost over. I smile at the end of easier runs because I feel
good. It sounds stupid, but it makes a difference, truly.
52. I SWEAR
I am mighty. My runs reinforce my mightiness—and not just
the easier runs. It was the difficult runs that made me first declare my
mightiness. I finished them despite their difficulty—that's what made me
mighty. I don't have to be mighty to do the easy stuff, right? So when I say I
swear, I don't mean that I swear in anger or frustration, although I suppose I
probably do. I do, however, almost invariably swear in satisfaction at being
the conquering heroine. When I finish a run at a higher speed than I've managed
before, I swear. When I add a mile to my long run and get through it, I swear.
When I have a tough run and muscle my way through it by sheer force of will, I
swear. And that swear is almost inevitably the same every time: That's right, motherfucker. That's right.
Don't question the swear. Don't ask who the motherfucker is. I don't know. But
I have showed that motherfucker who is boss, and that boss is me.
53. I LISTEN
This is part of cutting myself a break, and it's how I'm
starting to learn what my body needs: I listen. I know, for example, that an
egg over root vegetable hash with some toast makes a good pre-run meal, as long
as I give myself time to digest it. Hot sauce? Bring it on. I know that I can
eat huevos rancheros the night before a 5K and be just fine. I also know that I
never, ever want to eat tuna fish before a run, even several hours before. I
know that I need to pour a little Gatorade into my water for long runs (or when
it's really hot) and that coconut water and I don't get along well. You live,
you learn. If I listen, I can avoid injury—I know when my shoes are losing
their shape, when I need to invest in a couple of new running bras (and trust
me, they're an investment, but totally worthwhile), when I'm fighting off a
cold. It's experience, yes, but it's also paying attention to that experience.
One isn't much good without the other.
54. I DISTRACT MYSELF
If I'm inside, that means Netflix. Instant Netflix is the
savior of my treadmill workouts. I put my iPad on the treadmill and go. If I'm
outside, it means music (kept at a volume low enough that I'm aware of my
surroundings) or talking to Jed or having something specific to think about.
But really, the outside world is distracting enough for me; it's the treadmill
workouts that require entertainment. I recommend finding something with enough
action (however you define it) to keep you occupied and enough of a story to
keep you wanting more. This is not the time for Masterpiece Theater (not for
me, anyway). It's the time for Alias. Or
Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Extra
points if it's funny. Double-extra points if it's funny and has a good
soundtrack. When I was watching Alias,
I waited for the fight scenes (I never had to wait long). The soundtrack would
pump me up, and I could get through a rough patch and come out the other side.
55. I TAKE INVENTORY
Speaking of rough patches, they used to be enough to get me
to quit for the day. If my head wasn't in the run, I could use a rough patch to
stop. But I read somewhere (who knows where) of a runner who said she (he? The
research for this post is pathetic. Why are you reading this?) talked herself
through rough patches by taking inventory. Mine goes something like this:
"Legs? Okay. Breath? Okay. Shoulders? Okay. So quit whining, you're
fine." The first two items are self-explanatory: if I'm not in pain and
not having trouble regulating my breathing, I'm good to go. I've also learned
(by listening…see what I did there?) that I slump a little when I get tired,
and I can feel that slump in between my shoulder blades. So I check to make
sure that my shoulders are okay. If my spine is in place and my shoulders are relaxed
down (not forward, just not bunched up at my ears), I'm not slumping. And if I am slumping, I can tell myself to knock
it off. During some runs, I don't take any inventory at all. During others, it
seems like I never stop.
56. I SPEED IT UP
I have found, strangely enough, that some of the days when
I'm just not feeling it are the perfect days to take the difficulty up a notch.
I don't know why this works, but I suspect it's a matter of focus: I'm not
feeling the run because I'm not paying enough attention. One day, I decided to
use my "bad" run for speed work, and ran intervals—periods of hard
running followed by periods of jogging for recovery—instead of jogging the
steady pace of what I think of as my "regular" runs and damned if it
didn't work. When I can't bear the thought of running five miles, I can often
handle running a quarter of a mile (about 400 meters, if you measure that way),
and if I set the pace to something challenging, I force myself to pay
attention. Who knew? I'd say this works maybe three-quarters of the time—it's
the first thing I try when I'm having a tough time, and if it's going to work,
it usually starts showing signs right away. If it doesn't work?
57. I SLOW IT DOWN
Yes, it takes me longer to get the miles in, but really. The
difference is minimal, and it's better to run five slow miles than to quit
during the first. I should add that five miles is pretty much the shortest
distance I run these days—and if none of my tricks get my head in the game, I
make it my five-miler day and save the mid-length or long run for another day.
The world isn't going to explode if I do 7 miles on Thursday instead of
Wednesday, or if I shift my long run (right now between 10 and 12 miles) from
Saturday to Sunday. This is, for reasons that should be obvious, my last
resort—slowing down is better than quitting, and running a short distance is
better than running no distance. And it
doesn't matter if you're running the same distances that I am (or if you're
walking, or rowing, or elliptical…ling). The theory's the same. If you're
scheduled to walk two miles and you can't seem to get into it no matter what
you try, maybe you just need to slow it down. Or walk a mile (or whatever your
light workout is). The road will still be there tomorrow.
58. I PAY ATTENTION
TO WHAT WORKS
I listen to my body before, during, and after a workout and
before, during, and after a meal. I pay attention to what I ate before a really
good run, to what schedule of light and heavy days works best for me, to what
time of day I'm more comfortable working out. If it seems to to work, I do it
again. If it keeps working, I keep doing it. Am I setting up false corollaries?
Probably. If so, they'll work themselves out in time. Or they won't—am I
setting myself back at all by believing that a day off before my long run feels
better than a day off after my long run? I seriously doubt it.
59. I DON'T PAY
ATTENTION TO ANYONE WHO SAYS I'M DOING IT WRONG
Because fuck them. I've lost 100 pounds. I've done it
without injury, in a way that feels sustainable to me, and in real-world
conditions. Could I have lost 130 pounds by now if I'd used someone else's
methods? Maybe. But so what? I've. Lost. 100. Pounds. If someone is that
desperate to tell me I've done it wrong, I think that probably says more about
their insecurities than my process.
60. I KEEP MY PHONE
IN THE OTHER ROOM (OR LEAVE IT AT HOME)
Not only that, but I keep it on vibrate. As much as I talk
about how helpful it is to keep myself distracted, outside distractions can
derail me. I will take a workout-ending distraction if I can get it, so I make
it so that I can't get it. Simple as that.
I used to run. I remember feeling this way. especially annoying were the days my brain was pumped to work out, and my left leg was not on board. my left leg was not in synch with the rest of the bod and mind. I would WILLLLLLLLL it to keep pace and it would not cooperate. even so, I would see that maybe I ran my 3 miles 7 seconds faster. I took the 7 seconds as reward for having to fight that limb into submission. also found it very difficult to up that mileage. not sure if that was the head or the bod. great job!!!!!!!! you can't the mileage without commitment. looking forward to reading on.
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