I have two huge goals this summer before I start back working full time - one is running related and one is "life" related, although it is really hard to separate the two. You know, the whole "I live to run, I run to live" equation. Basically, anything that helps my life must make me a better runner, right?
Usually, organization comes pretty easily to me. Clearing out, sorting, and throwing things away is not something I generally have trouble with....until it comes to e-mail. For some bizarre reason, I just can't hit the delete button. Or the archive button. Or any other button. So all my mail is either "old mail" that carries this distinction until AOL has had enough of my hoarding ways and gets rid of it, or it is still in my inbox. This has become a problem as I tetter very near the 200 threshold. That just seems unreasonable.
So my plan is to start at the bottom and just get rid of stuff. What is really interesting is that when I go out to my mailbox (the real kind, you know, in the dirt, by the street), I have no problem at all standing over the recycling bin and just tossing stuff. WHY CAN'T I DO THAT WITH DIGITAL MAIL????
My second goal is a direct running goal:
lower my weekly average pace. It doesn't have to be all Usain Bolt fast, but I have found myself creeping towards comfortable running, rather than that place between "that was awesome" and "I may throw up". I miss that.
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I wanna do this happy dance again |
At least for some of my runs. I have added some more road races into the schedule, thinking that might provide incentive to kick it up a notch, so we'll see how that goes. It'll be tough for sure - this season has been a bugger for allergies and asthma. Saturday's 18 mile run on the Catoctin Trail was pretty hard, but damn, was it beautiful!
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maybe this was why I was wheezing??
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Still, I know that I won't get any faster without working on it, so that is the plan, and I have been here before. It sucks and it hurts and it feels so good! It takes discipline, just like clearing my e-mail. But at the end of the summer, I am hoping that the results were worth the pain of the struggle.