Monday Aspirations

While I’d like to say nothing is ever “all or nothing,” it’s always nice to have a proverbial clean slate on Monday, isn’t it?

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Last week, I took a bit of a hiatus with my running. And for the last couple of weeks, I’ve also foregone my weight loss efforts. Don’t get me wrong, with marathon training hitting its peak month, it’s hard to fall completely off the wagon. But, I did skip two runs last week, and while I ate semi-healthy (as my normal diet isn’t so bad), I definitely let myself add in a lot of extra treats. Like brownies and pizza and wino happy hour.

Even though I know the “Oh, well I just ran 6 miles” excuse to eat crap IS crap, I still find myself turning to it. Bah.

So, I made up my mind last night that it was back to the 6am wake-up calls this week, no excuses: Get up early, do pilates, make coffee, pack my HEALTHY lunch, and start the day off on the right track. It’s been a good morning around here already!

We’re checking things off the wedding to-do list and it’s starting to loom into the territory of…REAL. There are only two months until I have to take my dress in for alterations. I’d like to be at my “ideal” weight by then so that (a) the dress fits right on my wedding day—not too big or too tight; and (b) then I only have to maintain!

Here’s to Monday—a fresh start, and a good week. Cheers!

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What’s your goal this week?
How do you like to start your week (or day) on the right foot?

Now that it’s not pitch black all morning, I love taking 10-15 minutes to enjoy my coffee while I watch the sun rise over the lake. Okay, I can’t quite see the lake, but I still see those spectacular colors…and they are something to marvel at. 🙂

Beating Monday

There’s nothing better than kicking the crap outta your Monday with a hard, fast run.

I’m not sure why, but today was just frustrating and confusing. It was a Monday.

So, after work, I headed out for an out-and-back 4-mile run. As I started, I felt like I was light on my feet and movin’ well, but when I looked at my watch, I was chugging along at a super speedy 11-minute pace. HA. Usually, I don’t mind the old slow-and-steady approach, but after the blah day I had, I needed something more.

Mile 1 passed me by. I clocked in at 10:46. Okay, that’s my normal easy pace. I can live with that.

But I picked it up a little. Beep. My watch informed me I ran mile 2 in 10:33.

I turned around for the 2 miles back to where I started. A song came on, the beat felt good. I turned it up. I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to hear my breathing, the slap of my feet on the pavement. I didn’t really want to feel anything besides the harsh breath forcing its way in & out of my chest, the pump of my arms like pistons, the turnover of my legs like spinning wheels.

Mile three flew by in 9:36.

But it still wasn’t enough. I had to push it further, faster. Push myself forward, and leave everything else behind.

Beep.

8:42. Mile 4. I was done.

8:42? I didn’t even know that was possible. I can run that fast?

It felt good.

I felt good.

Nothing can turn a day around like a kick-ass run.

Top that off with coming home…

To a glass of chocolate milk.

I love chocolate milk.

And now for an embarrassing post-run picture.

A steak, potato and corn on the cob, made by the man of the house. My favorite.

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Not a bad recovery dinner.

How do YOU beat Mondays? 

Hope your week is off to a speedy & happy start!

A Perfect Monday

I have a confession to make:

Yesterday, my back was really sore from my 14-mile long run & all the housework I did this weekend. I mean, like, stand-up-and-groan-like-an-80-year-old sore. EVERY time I got up from my desk at work.

Sorry, cubicle mates.

There was a chance of rain in the forecast. It was glum & gloomy out. I was still tired from the busy weekend. I was hungry. I just wanted to hang out with my fiancé after a long Monday. There were probably more excuses running through my head. (No pun intended. Maybe?)

On my way home, I thought about what workout I would rather do—bike for an hour, or run 4 miles. Those were my options for the night, according to my training schedule this week.

I don’t really want to do either.

I’d kiiiinda rather go get a beer with Matt and hang out.

Moments later:

{ring ring}

“Hey…I’m almost home. What do you think about getting dinner & a beer somewhere?”

Next thing I knew, we were pulling into one of our favorite local dinner spots and sidling up to the bar for a frosty beverage. Matt ordered a New Glarus Totally Naked beer. I ordered the Point Nude Beach, draft please. The bartender gave us a strange look. I can’t imagine why?

We tipped back our brews and washed down gooey, drippy cheeseburgers. We talked wedding plans. Laughed. Relaxed. Focused on the important things: each other, enjoying the moment, planning our future nuptials, and how good that cheeseburger tasted. And then we stayed to chat with a close friend when she stopped by to join us for one more pint.

So, that’s what I did last night. I didn’t get in my workout. I didn’t stick to my diet. Whatsoever. I didn’t catch up on the multiplying pile of work that always seems to suddenly appear on Mondays, wash the morning’s dishes, or finish cleaning up after our bathroom makeover.

We can’t be perfect every day…but why would you want to be?

How boring.