Back to the Beginning

This year, I had several physical/fitness goals in my bucket list, which are usually my favorite items to check off. Traditionally, they require a lot of training, and while some were solidly checked off (run a mile in less than 6:30), others ended up being depressing fails (10 pull-ups in one set). You win some, you lose some, right?

As I review my fitness goals for this year – it occurs to me that I’m way off. Way way way off. In the spring, I was devoted to my burpees, mixing them into my workouts and doing 50 every night before bed. I was up to 52 in one set, albeit breathless and near barfing. But I kept getting sick and somehow the busyness of work took over, and now I can’t even remember the last time I did a burpee.

Granted, I did check off the 30-mile hike last weekend, and that was a big one, but I should have predicted that the other fitness goals would be a struggle. Why? When I wrote them down, they didn’t excite me. There was no enthusiasm. The mindset behind achieving them was more compliant than engaged. Thus I spent little to no time on them.

But there’s still 2.5 months left in the year, right? I could easily train for them? Maybe.

However, right now there is one major factor: I’m working too much. It’s getting in the way of all parts of my life. Some people have trouble saying no to loved ones, or to donuts. I have trouble saying no to more job opportunities. (And donuts).

The bright-side is that I’ve been working out with a fantastic new trainer for about two months, and that alone is a win for me. Twice a week, I’m pushing a sled with 150lb load and deadlifting more than my forearms can handle, all before the workday. So really, I have almost zero guilt about not training for my bucket list fitness goals.

ALSO, a much, much more important factoid is that it’s been 12 months since I’ve had an injury. I’ve almost been too afraid to say anything or I might jinx the universe. This is HUUUUUUGE. Momentus. How am I celebrating? By plopping down a fat chunk of change on an experienced trainer.

As I officially have 2.5 months left in the year, I’ve decided that I’m going to re-up my intent on my fitness goals. It’s almost as if I’m starting from scratch.Back to the burpees, back to planking, back to dragging bags of sand. And less to working.

I’ve said it publicly, so here I go.

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Run #11 – Indianapolis

Do you ever get asked that question, “What’s your perfect day?” I can never come up with an answer, but my final day in Indianapolis comes close.

When I was first told that I would be working in Indianapolis, I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly excited. But when most of my colleagues were rushing to catch late night flights on our last night, I was relaxing in my hotel bed because I scheduled an extra day. This ensured that I could finally get a full night’s sleep, a big breakfast, and go for a run. In other words, meeeeee time.

Downtown Indianapolis is possibly the flattest place I’ve ever been, with a concrete horizon of government monuments and mini-parks. It is also possibly the cleanest city I’ve ever visited (at least downtown).

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Being close to the university, I thought surely Purdue would be the place to see some of the city’s history – WRONG. While the university was well-paved and safe, I was surprised to only find newish looking architecture (and nothing very exciting) and not much green space. (Hey Purdue – y’all are lacking a charm aesthetic – get on that.)

There were a few parks (mostly dedicated to wars) and some waterways – so overall, a decent place to run.

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Once I hit four miles, I called it a day and spent my last couple hours at the Museum of Medical History (nestled a little ways from downtown, in the former Hospital for the Insane) before catching my flight home.

A full night’s sleep in a comfy hotel bed, a run around town, a big breakfast, and a tour of medical deformities. It doesn’t take much to make me happy.

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Technically, I completed my 10th run last weekend in Rockaway Beach (but I was busy too busy to blog) so that means I only have one more run to cross off my goal of running in 12 different cities.