Torture Report: 2015 Countdown & Phoenix Rising?

(G): Less than 40 days left in 2015! It’s gone by FAST. It leaves me (and you) with two choices: throw in the towel or finish strong.
Both of these approaches have genuine benefits. Throwing in the towel allows for more lounging, less planning and full on rest. The downside to this plan is what happens on January 1. Everything hurts, nothing fits and I can barely run across the room.

Then there’s finishing strong. This keeps me in the groove, on task but also means that through the holidays I keep my game face on… a little. It means I keep working out when reading a book, under a cozy blanket seems like more fun. But when January 1 arrives, I am ready because I never really left.

These are the tough decisions that I am grappling with these days. That and how long will it really take to run off a sleeve of Oreos?

I was firmly in Camp Finish Strong until this weekend.

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Prior to that I was on was task. My pull ups are showing signs of being a reachable goal although I don’t think I’ll be there by January 1 as I had previously hoped. I am lifting weights heavier than my cats and staying on schedule to hit my mileage mark (191 miles to go).

Then Saturday arrived. I didn’t do anything that would resemble physical activity. In fact, I was in a car for 4 plus hours and had my butt glued to the car seat or a chair for much of the day. It’s amazing how much more exhausting mental stress can be than physical exertion sometimes. I tried to salvage the day around 8 p.m. by jumping on the trampoline. I bounded about 4x and then called it off. Oreos, blankets and books were seeming just my speed.

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I rallied on Sunday with 5 miles, half run and half walk. The running is feeling good although the rehab situation is still ongoing. I decided to stick with Camp Finish Strong. I have nothing to lose (except weight, I do have that) and everything to gain (hopefully, not weight).

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So here’s to the week of eating until your buttons pop off!

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(L) G and I have been organizing some of our blogs and this week I came across one I wrote after our 50-mile adventure.  It’s no secret that this year has been tough for me in the motivational department. I have only run 2 races and I had to back out of the Outrun due to a family conflict.  I continue to run/walk and exercise regularly, but I am not officially training for anything.  Then I read this excerpt from my own blog:

G and I crossed the finish line together in the cold, dark hours before midnight.

It was overwhelming. It was satisfying. It was emotional. It was transformative.

It was transformative in a way that’s difficult to explain.

How do you put words to running 50 miles?

For enduring?

For believing?

For completing 50 miles together?

We did it!

As I have reflected on the race this week I am reminded of the song, “100 Years” by Five for Fighting.

 “There’s not a wish better than this when you only got 100 years to live”

I remember running through the trees and thinking how simple life can be when we let it. I was intoxicated by the simplicity in that moment. I vowed to myself to remember what this felt like; to be happy, free and unencumbered…then I realized it was probably just the abundance of oxygen that I was receiving being at sea level. After all, my brain can only take so much oxygen after living at 6,700 feet for 21 years!

Author’s Note:  The other question I continue to get is, “Would you do it again?”

Absolutely!  

As I read this I began to feel energized in a way that I hadn’t felt in awhile. There was something about reading my own words that struck me. I realize to someone else they probably don’t seem like much, but it was as if I was translating a message sent just for me.  I can read between the lines and I understand every moment that went into believing, enduring and finishing those 50 miles.  Yes, I am energized and inspired, but I question if I have it in me to do it again. G says yes! Doesn’t she always?  

This Thanksgiving week I will give thanks for the time I have had to rest, to walk, be in transition and I will search my own soul.  Will Pocahontas rise again?  I will let you know next week.

Sunshine & Sarcasm,

Lowi & G

The Torture Report began in January 2014 as a weekly update of our journey to completing a 50-mile race. Since then it’s continued on to become a chronicle of how we try mightily to find fitness, health and sometimes the finish line. We aren’t always successful but we keep showing up and telling you all about it on Tuesdays.

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