I had a body-achingly good workout yesterday. I busted out Ab Ripper X (the ab workout portion of P90X) first thing in the morning. Reasons you should do this DVD:
- It’s only 15 minutes long. Any longer than that and I’d scare myself out of doing it.
- There is a countdown clock that shows the amount of total time remaining and the amount of time for each move.
- You can feel the burn immediately (that’s how you know you are getting your money’s worth!).
I could only do about half the total number of reps. Ab Ripper X is tough stuff! But I’m glad I did it. I love that achy-ab-straining feeling afterwards. Great way to start the day!
After some toast, I headed out for a 3 mile run. Geronimo did the first half with me, and I did the second half solo. I also used this run for some much-needed speed work. I haven’t worked out this hard in a while. My body is happy!
All this is great, but Runner Me isn’t happy these days. I have yet to find a suitable race to participate in. My last race was Glow Dallas at the beginning of August. August! So wrong! I yearn for the days of racing once a week, or even once a month. It seems so long ago that it’s all fuzzy in my memory.
Last night I was reading the Facebook page of one of my all-time favorite races (the New Year’s Double). The comments are full of excited runners sharing their hopeful finishing times and discussing the start of training. Waaaaah! Reading it was a form of self-torture. I miss my running community hardcore these days. (Insert picture of me looking pathetic here.)
The wonderful Janelle (who is my bloggy bff) e-mailed me a website with German races. There a TON of races on this website. Every day I spend some time reading the details of each race and then googling the race location. I have yet to find a race within driving distance. Seriously, every race is 4 hours away. Where I live must be a geographical oddity. 4 hours from everywhere!
If I was doing a marathon, sure, I’d go far away. (In fact, I’ve been reading this website plotting which European destination I want for my next full.) But for a 5k, 10k, or even half? 4 hours each way is a tall order.
Is a runner still a runner if she doesn’t race. Of course! But is that the kind of runner I want to be? Nope. Can I stay motivated without a race to run? Can I survive the winter with no race season? I hope so. This post has no big takeaway, no happy or hopeful sign off. It’s just me whining about the sad state of running in my life. A big poop sandwich.*