I royally cocked up August. There’s no easy way to get around it. I spent the entire month wallowing in self-pity, depression, and pain. My headache returned and I was injured (I did see a physio and apparently my calves are too tight, causing pain, so not REALLY injured, just need to stretch more). I felt if I couldn’t run, I was a failure, and it was really hard for me to get off the couch/out of bed. It also didn’t help that in tapering off the Amitriptaline, I’ve had awful insomnia. Like I said, pity party.
My goals for August were:
- Go to run club every week.
- Run 2-3 times per week.
- Remember to stretch, ice, compress after every run.
- Strength train at least once per week- aim for twice.
- Continue to make progress on my research.
I didn’t achieve any of them at all. Not even remotely. Granted, with the injury, 1-3 were out. I managed a few strength sessions, but I felt like they were such a waste since I didn’t really have a routine or plan for it.
I don’t want to talk about my research.
I haven’t even kept up with blogging, because to be honest, my posts would have been me whining and complaining about how I can’t get out of my own way.
So, for September, I decided that my goal is just to attempt to get my shit together. I’m not even really sure what that is going to entail, but I know it shouldn’t involve me laying in bed reading 3 novels a day.
I could aim high right now and set a goal of fixing my sleep schedule, but I have 2 words that explain why that would just be a waste of time. Post-season baseball.
Wow, this post is all over the place (like my brain right now).
Here’s a Molly sleeping in my bed.