Alas, if the only thing I had to combat was a crazy fictional Fat Girl that lives in my head, I might make it through OK. But I’ve been managing a super heavy schedule for the past couple months. I’ve been working with the new bright and shiny concept that if it’s important to you, you schedule, actually write it down in like a planner and stuff, and then, OMG, you do it. I know, it’s a crazy idea right? Actually doing what you say you are going to do when you say you are going to do it. It’s been a revelation.
I’ve had days where every hour is scheduled from 9am till 10pm. And yes, I’ve been a good girl and factored running in that day. But what happens if Mr. SmartyPants decides he’s going to grace us with a story of this childhood imaginary friend and a meeting that was supposed to be a half hour goes to a mind-numbing hour? I cut something from my day and the first thing I cut is running time. Those are days I feel like a orange as it stares down the squeezing machine at the juicing plant. Gulp.
So I’m going to try a new strategy for next week – Scheduling an hour for running and an hour for knitting (Yeah, that’s right I knit. Ain’t that quaint?). This way, if my life squeezes me, I can tease out extra time that won’t effect my running program.
Ah ha! Crazy Fat Girl AND Generalissimo Schedule Beaten!
Posted by Amy | Posted in Mind Games, Running | Posted on 29-07-2010
Sometimes I feel like there is a crazy person living inside my head and chomps my reality much like Ms. Pacman. I find myself talking myself into and out of things, resulting in decisions that run contrary to what I want for my life. And I start believing that these are really true and valid reasons for doing or not doing something. I get these moments where this irrational, yet seemingly logical, fat girl who lives only in my head runs roughshod over my thoughts and I create these conversations with myself that get me into some sort of trouble.
Lack of iPod = an inability to run.
This week, the inner monologue of the crazy Fat girl has gone something like this:
Oh dear. I can’t find my iPod. How am I supposed to run if I don’t have my iPod? I mean really, what am I supposed to do? Talk to myself whilst running? That’s just crazy. I NEED the Glee soundtrack to get my run done. AND what about Nike+ stuff. It’s stupid to go out for a run if I can’t sync it to Nike or DailyMile. That’s like just this huge waste of time. Why should I go running if people aren’t going to know about it? My iPod will show up, I’ll just finish a round of Plants vs. Zombies before looking for my iPod again.
So Fat Girl hijacked my intentions and fitness program because she couldn’t listen to Glee or tell “the world” that she couldn’t run? That’s just plain bonkers. Really.
Now the game is a foot! I have a crazy Fat Girl in my head who is convinced that the outside world MUST know about a 2 mile run like she’ll cause world peace running around the neighborhood. Ah ha! So if I have a blog that can chronicle these runs of mythic proportions, then at least one of Fat Girl’s lame excuses is thwarted right?