As part of National Eating Disorders Awareness Week, I decided to repost my blog written last year coinciding with the week’s mission to shed light on EDs. The week is an opportunity for education and inspiration, for survivors, sufferers, and their friends and family. Spreading the message: 3 Minutes Can Save a Life. Get Screened. Get Help. Get Healthy.
One night last week I laid in bed wide awake at 1 a.m. I had gone to bed nearly two hours before, yet I was not any more closer to falling asleep than I had been when I turned off the lights and slipped under the covers. But I knew what was keeping me awake.
My insides were yelling at me. My stomach felt empty and hallow. Despite eating dinner just a few hours prior to bed, I knew I wasn’t satisfied when my stomach continued to growl post-meal. Even so, I didn’t want to eat anything more, thinking I was tired enough that I could just fall asleep and wake up the next morning to refuel with breakfast. I was wrong.
But busy isn’t an excuse to let it go by.
Running is back in my life full-time, so my days have become that much chock-full. I have stuck to my training plan and recommended mileage. It’s just that with running comes hunger. And fatigue. And passing out at 930 PM because sitting up straight to write a blog post is the last thing you want to do at the end of the day.
But I won’t say I have been too busy to blog. No, that would be making an excuse. While, yes, my days have been long and tiring, there were several instances this week when I could have taken an hour to write something to share. However, I consciously chose not to in favor of using that hour for more sleep or catching up with old friends or reading the newspaper that has been in it’s bag since Sunday. Continue reading
Sometimes I don’t have to make excuses to miss a running workout; sometimes the weather does it for me.
This morning I woke up thinking I was back home in New England. Outside there was a blanket, a fluffy, white blanket. Snow. It came down in flakes big and small as it started to pile up on the sidewalks. Behind my building, I could see accumulation causing forecasters to question how they could underestimate the speed and intensity of the season’s trademark feature. And yet, even as the snow piles creeped up in inches, the work day remained a go and the comfort of my bed became a sudden memory of the past. Continue reading
Only one day left in the year, so of course it’s time for the obligatory resolutions post. 2014 was an incredible mix of accomplishments, and it is difficult to imagine what 2015 could have in store. Even after a marathon year that included a move and a career change, the coming year represents a new beginning, a chance to do new things and improve on past experiences.
In preparing and training for the MCM, I learned that if you really want something, then you must commit yourself fully to it. It meant saying no to invitations for Friday evenings out, avoiding frozen yogurt to avoid stomach cramps, setting a 630 AM for every Saturday for four months, setting even earlier alarms for pre-work runs, and spending time sprinting in circles while drenched in sweat on the track. The experience taught me that if you want something bad enough, you have to work for it. Or fight for it. Thus, I intend to apply this same commitment to action towards everything I want. Continue reading
2014 was an incredible year. It started off on an amazing note and only became even more memorable. It certainly had its moments of heartbreak, grief, frustration, and doubt, yet when looking back on the past year, 2014 was a tremendous period of growth in maturity, strength, physical and mental well being.
Coming off of 2013, a year in which I graduated from college, completed a thesis, avoided unemployment and moved out of the boundaries of the Georgetown community, I honestly doubted how 2014 could possibly top it. But it did. Continue reading
I took a break. Specifically, a recovery.
Two months ago I ran my first marathon. Since then I have run fewer times than the fingers on my hands. And I’m perfectly OK with that.
I love running, but after more than four months of intense training and early alarms, I looked forward to setting my own workout schedule with variety and flexibility. No longer was I contained to a four-day a week running schedule that left me sore and fatigued on my off days; post-marathon, I could do whatever I wanted. Hours of spinning and Body Pump and yoga have elevated my heart rate, strengthened my muscles and increased my flexibility.
So I chose not to run. Partly due to a nagging strain in my upper thigh, I committed myself to a full recovery. Some coaches and running experts recommend allowing the body days of recovery equal to the number of miles run in a hard race. For me that meant waiting 27 days before I ran my usual route to Fleet Feet and down to the Lincoln and Washington Memorials to accumulate my first post-marathon miles. Even with the chill and breeze and an excessive number of layers, the run was just what I needed. No pressure to run fast or keep pace; just a run because I wanted it. Continue reading