I don’t know how dare I post about the running rut I’ve had these last couple of weeks, when since arriving in Manila, it seems like I’ve been dealing with a constant rut. Sure, I’ve run here and there, but it has been neither consistent nor particularly far. Only short runs here and there… Do they even make a difference?
I told Karl that I was really proud of us for going to Guam and really taking advantage of the amazing gym at the Hilton. He laughed out loud: we never saw the inside of the gym, nor did our workout clothes ever leave our suitcases…
This week, I’ve gone to two muay thai classes, planning on my third one on Friday, so I’m not a complete bum either, but I haven’t run once (unless you count the 10 minute warm up at the treadmill prior to class – I don’t count it as running when it’s part of something else and less than a mile).
I’m still desperate for a routine. But with all the traveling we’ve been doing, it’s really hard to fall into one. Next week, we’re traveling again, the following weekend my parents arrive, the week after that we’re gone for almost 2 weeks… I’m not complaining about the traveling (hello? It’s awesome!), but damn, it’s hard to get back into shape. I haven’t lost weight, and I’m afraid I’ve been gaining some. It won’t make running any easier either! Or fitting into the clothes in my closet. Or feeling good about myself.
How does one even get off a rut that has lasted that long? Ugh.
I’m also super-home sick this weekend. For Brazil and my family thanks to Christmas. After everyone canceled on us for our Christmas Eve celebration, it’ll be just me and Karl – which will be very hard, since that’s the time all my family gets together, and I’ve hosted Christmas Eve in Arlington for the last few years as well, so I always had a crowd around. At first we were going to have about a dozen people here. And little by little everyone canceled. Some people didn’t even reply to our invitation. (We did get invited to go munch on Christmas cookies that afternoon, and for Christmas lunch at a friends house, but actual Christmas Eve dinner is the tradition in my family, and that will still be lonely, even if Karl is there.)
And I’m also home-sick for DC. Maybe it was seeing Margaret in Guam, or being in US territory for a bit, but I miss my friends, I miss my old life (but I admit: I still don’t miss my job one bit, though I do miss the IMF). I miss biking. I miss the running trails and training for long distance races. I miss the stores. I miss eating good beef. I really miss driving. (And by driving I don’t mean what we do here in Manila, bumper to bumper traffic while avoiding jeepneys and pedestrians, but actually being able to press on the gas and not worry about the brakes for a minute or two, you know?) But heck I DO NOT miss winter, so I better keep things in perspective, no?
So yeah, this week? Not the best. Hence the lack of posts – who wants to read me whining? The only thing worse than whining on a blog post is reading one where the writer is whining. So things might be quiet this week around here.
Here’s hoping my mood improves! And hoping everyone else is having a great week! (In this case, misery does not love company!)