Walk Before You Run
On Sunday night I ended up with a crazy upset stomach and Cecil threw up too. Not sure if it’s possible for us to both have the same bug but we both were up most of the night.
Cecil started crying at the foot of the stairs around 3am so I ended up going down and laying with him on the couch. He’s weird in that he still doesn’t really love spending time upstairs. He’ll sleep in the bed with us sometimes but not all the time. He prefers when we’re downstairs with him.
Luckily I had yesterday off of work so I was able to sleep in a little before heading to the doctor’s office for my MRI. I filmed a vlog of the day if you’re interested, take a little peek:
I go back on Thursday afternoon to get the results. I overheard the tech talking and it sounds like the scans are clear which means I should be able to schedule the compartment syndrome test soon after seeing the doc.
In the afternoon I made myself productive and worked on the backsplash in the kitchen some more. I got a lot done! Now I just need to cut out all of the custom pieces… which is going to be a job and a half. I’ll have to tackle that next weekend.
Seeing the backsplash come together is making me really itch to get in white cabinets. I think the white is going to look so gorgeous with the new backsplash and the black marble countertops.
Even with the wood cabinets, it looks a lot better than it did just a couple days ago. The white cabinets are going to pull my vision together though. These light wooden cabinets feel so early 90s to me.
So, yesterday I dusted off my Garmin. It hasn’t been put to good use in two weeks now, and it’s time to take it out again.
I’m definitely not cleared to run by the doctor but that doesn’t mean I can’t walk.
I keep feeling so out-of-sorts because my normal “after work routine” is in shambles. I’m so used to running at the beach almost every night. I miss hearing the waves, seeing the sunset… listening to my podcasts!
I’ve decided just because I can’t run doesn’t mean I can’t carry out my normal routine. I’ll just have to walk until I can run again. I’m hoping this will make me feel a little less grumpy too.
It seems silly but not running has totally changed my mood. I can feel myself getting upset so much faster… and in quiet moments I’m usually thinking about running and all the things I miss about it.
Even though I’m strength training like crazy and feel certain that any day now a booty is going to pop up thanks to all the squats and lunges I’m doing, it’s just not the same as running. That’s why it was so easy for me to give up lifting heavy in the first place when I started training for my first half marathon five years ago.
Running is different. I just find it so much more enjoyable. I know you know what I mean.
I bet a large part of what I’m missing isn’t just the running though. It’s the whole package of being at the beach, breathing in the fresh air, surrounding myself with other people who like to be outdoors.
Strength training is great but I do it in my house all by myself. There’s definitely something to be said about being out with other people. So today I head outdoors for a nice beach walk!
Do you walk when you can’t run?