Always enjoy snagging a photo of one very beautiful wife on Sunday mornings…
A day to sleep in…
A day to recover…
A day for bad news…
These are my Saturday’s in a nutshell. With my job going Monday through Friday, and Darco working Saturday mornings, the beginnings of the weekends have really opened up a bit. While I do spend some time cleaning, prepping, most of it frankly is spent lounging and relearning how to catch my breath from the week before. Sunday will be the day that I begin the preparation for the upcoming week. Sadly, sometimes Saturdays are also times to put out fires and try to establish control and balance to this life. Continue reading
Officially I became an employee of the school district on 11/11/2014. Unofficially I’ve been rocking in the same building for well over two months now. However, today marked the end of the first full week in the position that I’m currently residing in.
What on earth have I been missing out on? Continue reading
It’s 7:00 PM.
I’m in bed.
It’s 7:00 PM.
Why am I in bed?
-Headache (first time in months)
-Exhaustion (…just wiped out…)
-Experiment (training session switch up to the AM)
I’m not sick, I’m not getting sick, I’m just extremely worn out. I blame myself for getting the maximum of six hours of sleep per night this week. Obviously this can set the stage for this problem.
Not upset. Not cranky. Just completely wiped out, and because of how far behind I am in training I’m going to see if I can double up over Friday and Saturday sessions.
Here’s to motivation…and 4:00 AM…
I’ve officially have fallen off the wagon.
I’m frustrated and tired while I write this tonight. I was supposed to go to the gym tonight. I did not. I was supposed to go to the gym last night. I did not. I’m supposed to have set goals over periods of time that I’m dedicate to. I do not. I’m struggling so much with mustering up the energy, motivation, and dedication to keep working on my body even though I can’t run.
I see through Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and beyond all of the different runners the lives they live. Shoe contracts, random races, traveling, training, running, and pushing their bodies to the limit. Frankly, I’m struggling because I’m envious of them.
There, I said it. I’m dealing with jealousy because they’re living a life that I crave. I’m angered because I’m not living a life like that and I have no one to blame but myself and my lack of self-discipline. I have no problem admitting that I’ve fallen so, so short of my objectives, goals, and desires. Truth be told, I don’t want to just run races to run races. I want to win. I want to run crazy fast times. I want to push my body to its limits. Sure, this winter is already proving to be a great time for me to recover and recoup this annoying Achilles injury, but I still should be moving, lifting, eating right, refraining from eating wrong, chugging water, and avoiding bad foods.
Personally, I’m convinced that this doesn’t really matter to anyone else (if you’re anyone else I apologize that you’re reading this), and that is the beauty of running your own blog.
Sure, I could plot, plan, and attempt to execute some ‘master plan’ for ensuring success. However, the likelihood is that I’m going to fall, stumble, and trip. Additionally, I’m doing this on my own. There is no coach, no support, and honestly no words of motivation throughout the days. I’m learning that it’s hard to continue to motivate yourself without any audience. Perhaps my vantage point is incorrect, and I need to be reminded of why I’m supposed to do what I do, instead of focusing on who I’m doing it for.
I guess in the end I’ve just lost focus, lost my way, and need a bit of redirection.
Here’s to a new day tomorrow, and a new goal in the future.
Real world problems…
Tomorrow is “red, white, and blue day” at school. However, I didn’t know if that canceled out the standard casual Friday outfit of jeans.
Naturally I submitted a text to a teacher inquiring on the subject.
I think I could hear their laughter…
It’s a blessing to be able to share stories like this. When I was a substitute teacher I never partook in any of the celebrations in school because I wasn’t part of the actual staff inside the building.
These conversations are nice reminders that I’m already moving in the right direction, spending my time in the world of education.
Maybe the weather? The snow? The cold? Whatever the case is I’m struggling to function today. I barely had a “deep sleep” last night, and that alone nearly KO’d me today at school.
I have a million things I need to do, but that element of movement…my body just refuses to comply. This is going to make tomorrow night very difficult for sure I’m afraid, but tonight…
To be real: It just isn’t happening.