I want the world. I want the whole world. I want to lock it all up in my pocket. It's my bar of chocolate. Give it to me now. (Verucca Salt, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory)
If I ever have to pick another trainer, I'm picking one who is not also my friend, one that I look in the eyes and say "I did everything you said. I have no idea why I blew out my knees." I'd pick one I could lie to. When he-who-trains gave me more specific instructions on running (don't pick up the pace, don't do hills, don't decrease your recovery time or increase your total time, don't go above 60-70% of what you can do, do keep it easy, etc) I'm sure he already knew that I was going to fight him on it. Before I could get in many argumentative words, he (rightfully) said "That's what you always do. You feel good for five minutes and then you want to do as much as you can as hard as you can. You do it when you've been sick too. You only think of right now. But your goal is to be healthy." I didn't tell him that I've pretty much already broken all of those things or that I was planning on doing a 5k in the fall, but that was pre-getting busted, so we'll just chalk that up to momentary, overexcited brain cramp.
I have a life's-short-so-make-it-count philosophy. When I'm committed to something (though that part doesn't always happen quickly), I want it done yesterday. Radical short haircut. Painting the bedroom walls. Buying a new car. Or, you know. Losing 90 lbs. Running a marathon.
I'm still fighting this stress induced/wacky hormones plateau, and maybe it's making me lose my brain. I'm getting so frustrated, that it wouldn't take much for me to get stupid. (Or maybe I already have?) I am always fighting the need for harder and more... and maybe a little bit of go until you have nothing left. I've regressed to the point where I'm having a hard time listening to my body. I don't want to rest or heal. I'm back to scowling when He-who-trains tells me to take it easy. (Which is maybe why I have a nagging shoulder thing. I spent two weeks scowling instead of resting.)
But what is it I really want? Is it as "simple" as being in a lovely 135lb body? Is it as common as being able to wear the clothes I want to wear? No, it isn't. What I want is bigger than that. I want to be feel fantastic. I want to be free to do what my heart wants to do without any lip from my body. I want to be healthy and strong through all my life stages.
So today was supposed to be a running day. And I'm only "supposed" to get two a week. And I was looking forward to it. But my body said "Don't. Nuhuh. Sit your behind down and quit gettin on my last nerve." (And He-who-trains gave me The Look. Twice.) I did some catching up for work. I've got on cozy pjs and will quickly fall asleep to Grays Anatomy on Netflix. Even though I've made the commitment before and broken it, I'm gonna try again. Long term health, not short term fun. I'm signing back up for the "Don't Be Stupid" plan.