As of late, I have been practicing really, really hard at something, and have gotten really, really good at it. I have been honing my craft, working to elevate it to its highest form or artistic representation.
I have been working toward becoming the laziest person on planet Earth. And if not planet Earth, at least the laziest person in my area code.
It has literally become too much effort to work out. And, many of you might want to kill me for saying this, I have loved every minute of it.
Augusta, as I have discussed ad nauseum, took a ton out of me, physically and mentally. But I don't think it was just Augusta and the training leading up to it that did me in. It was the past 3 1/2 years. When I started running, I literally hit the ground running, and never stopped. For 3 years, I was always training for something. The training was everything I needed at the time, thanks to a terrible professional situation that was the focal point of my life (and my family's life) for 2 years. Training helped me work out the stress, anger, and anxiety of that situation. And I think Augusta was the finish line for a lot of things, figuratively speaking. It was a culmination of this epic (sorry for the overused verbiage) life transformation that I thrust upon myself, and it was the release of a great many personal demons. And those demons plopped themselves down, front and center, during the holidays.
With nothing to train for (at the time), I was left a little aimless in my fitness endeavors. But I was also left with the baggage of the last few years, and realizing that I had never really, truly dealt with any of it, I hit a wall of emotions and anger that took me a bit by surprise. This, of course, left me feeling physically weak and unmotivated to do anything about it.
I know, I know. I should have hit the pavement and worked it out through training. Believe me, I know just how beneficial training is for depression and anxiety. But the more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder if all of the training I have done for the last 3 years wasn't just a way for me to push aside the real issues I needed to look in the eye, a way for me to focus on something besides my internal pain, a kind of a band-aid.
I continue to enjoy my little hiatus from the world of "crushing it". It has given me a lot of time to think, and think some more, about where I've been, where I am now, and where I am going. I don't want to give up what I have spent the last 3 years working so hard for, because it has become a part of me, but I do want to make sure that I am doing it in order to become a better person, and not just to put a mask on the person that I already am. Does that even make sense?
And so, I have 4 more days of my lazy bliss before I begin training for my next race. I am excited to dive in, I am excited to work hard, and I am excited to look at everything through new eyes. My journey is continuing, just on a slightly more beaten path.