Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Well alright then.

I finished Couch to 5k on Saturday afternoon. I’ve decided that for the next two weeks, I’ll be running every day save Sunday and I’ll work on my 5k time. Once I hit a certain point in the semester, I can’t justify working out all the time because I need to be studying. So I’ll go down to four days a week.

Yesterday, when I started working on getting my 5k time down, I shattered my mile time.

But on the last mile my tummy started bothering me.

After I got off the elliptical, I ran to the sink so I could puke.

I immediately texted my pals that I know are regular runners to see what I could have done wrong. I came to the conclusion that I got overheated and drank too much water prior to my run.

I tell you this to say that this is a lot like life in that we have to be able to take the good with the bad and say, “Well alright.”

When bad comes along, and it will, we can either stick our head in the sand or figure out what we did wrong and learn from our mistakes.

If I choose to stick my head in the sand, the problem just doesn’t go away. It’s still going to be there when I decide to peak out from my hidey hole. In most cases, the problem has grown too.

If I choose to find out what I did wrong and learn from my mistake, obviously I’ll move forward and do whatever it takes to not act that way again. (And believe me; I’ll do whatever it takes to not puke again. I realize this is an almost impossible achievement, but when a person hates puking like I’ll do, trust me, the effort will not be futile.)

But why is it that we're tempted to just hide and act like nothing happened before actually dealing with the problem? (My form of hiding usually comes in the physical form of a nap.)

At some point, I can't handle the bad weighing upon me and I figure out what I need to do to rectify the situation. I don't want to sound like I'm tooting my own horn. I'm really not because when I say I can't handle it. I mean I can't handle it. My mind races a thousand miles a minute when there is something wrong and I think the absolute worst possible outcome. This is a trait I've inherited from my daddio. We affectionately call it the worry wart trait.

I know that when I deal with whatever the problem is I feel better. It happens every time even if I'm the bad guy in the situation. Once, I've worked through the problem, I know that this experience will better me.

But that worry wart part I mentioned? It takes me a LONG LONG LONG LONG time to get past it sometimes.

When so much good is going on around me and for me, I still get stuck on the bad.

I will say that as a side note, I don't struggle with this as much when I am working out like I am now. I think it's a way for me to release my frustrations, worry and stress.

But still, I have my bad days.

Anyone else?

By the way, my best mile time is now 14:41. Told ya I shattered it. 

Happy Tuesday! 


1 comment:

Perfectly Imperfect said...

this is why i need you to keep me accountable. keep on keepin' on girl.

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