Recently I have been putting in about 10 hours a week into "the gym". But why? To what end.
I have no current direction. No current goals. Just a lot of knowledge and information swimming around in my head.
I can't say I am 'burnt out'. This is not 'burn out'. This is a yearning to achieve something. But what?
I have been working on strength training recently. Which certainly has merit. I have been running, Some. But mostly just doing a balance of everything.
I know it sounds odd. But I am feeling like I am okay at a lot of things, but great at nothing. Not that I was an excellent runner. I was slow. But I enjoyed the journey and was very motivated by what I was doing there. I also had a focus and could see measurable results in my efforts. Now I am putting in 10 hours a week and not sure I am feeling like I am achieving. Plateaus are normal, I get that--but I need motivation.
I have a lot of soul searching I need to do. I need to find some new direction. I feel like I am starting to loose my identity as a "runner". I've become a recreational runner. I am at a cross road. Do I begin training for a half--or do I focus on strength training and just overall fitness.
Or do I quit it all and begin training for a hot dog eating contest.
I don't even enjoy hot dogs. I am more of a beer brat kind of girl. A beer brat eating contest? Milwaukee here I come.
All this pondering started today at a Bible study. The long and short of it is, sometimes we have to work backwards. What do we want? What does the finish line look like? And then we work backward from there. So I am trying to picture what my next finish line is, and then I know where I need to head.
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My most recent run was the Brew to Brew. Which was a random kind of deal. I joined a team with my neighbor and his gym-mates. It was a good time and I met some cool new people. My leg was about 4.8 miles which I finished in about 41 minutes. Not terrible considering I had fireball and beer sloshing around in my belly. Also, my left leg went completely numb like it had fallen asleep. I tend to ignore obvious issues. Which I will get back to in a moment. But I was one of the slowest on my team, which was an uncool feeling.
Since my leg and foot decided to have some nerve issues during the race, which ultimately impacted my pace--I went to the chiropractor for the first time. I got an adjustment and evaluation. The mind is a powerful thing. So I am not sure if it was a placebo, but I truly feel like I already feel an improvement and have preformed better since my adjustment. Hopefully this trend continues.
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I really don't think blogging is "a thing" anymore. But that is okay. I just need to revisit the good ol days and see if I could spark something. I need to feel that fire again.