What Martha Stewart Tendencies Can Teach Us About Training.

flowers 7.9.14

I’ve been married six-and-a-half years.

Some days it feels like a lifetime, (girls, you know what I mean), other times it seems like… well, like we’ve been married six and a half YEARS. (For those of you who’ve read my book ONWARD!, you know we met on Match.com.) Anyhoo… my husband is pretty laid back. He steps up in the kitchen because I loathe cooking. He doesn’t get all bent out of shape when the house isn’t pristine. In fact, he rarely makes any requests of me at all. Except this:

He INSISTS we have plants in the house… and come Spring, a few flowers in the yard.

Note: I have no idea why he gives a sh*t about having clusters of blossoms in our immediate viewing area, he just does. So what the hell, right? Most years I try to oblige.

That said, ever since I’ve started chasing colossal goals, (three marathons and now 70.3), I’ve had absolutely no freakin’ interest in connecting with my inner Martha Stewart.

Here’s why I bring this up:

After a 4th of July celebration at my neighbor’s last weekend, (which involved far too much booze and a shameful amount of cream sauce), around 6:00 a.m. Saturday I rolled my mildly hung over a** out of bed and said, “Okay self, there’s only one way to sweat out cream sauce and you know what it is. Grab your treads girl, we’re going for a run.”

And that’s exactly what self and I did. (10 miles.)

Right now, I’m digging the days where the ONLY thing on my schedule is a run. It feels so freeing to grab my shuffle, water belt and sunglasses and go zooming out the door without wondering if I have my wetsuit, helmet, gloves, etc. If you’ve lost your love of the road, try training for a triathlon. I guaranfreakintee you’ll love running again in no time.

Saturday was the first day in a looooong time my workout was in the bag before 8:00 a.m. Which is another way of saying I had the rest of the day to hit the farmers market, snag a brisket from my local grocer and swing through Home Depot to buy a backseat full of plants that are now half price. (And half dead.)

Hubs and I then spent 3 hours in the yard digging holes, planting flowers, pulling weeds, laying down mulch and fixing sprinkler heads. (Sexy, right?) With my hands in the dirt, I couldn’t help but think about how amaaaazing it felt to be working on a project that was instantly gratifying.

You see, almost everything in my life these days requires a long-term commitment. Building my business. Being married. Training for a marathon. Training for a triathlon. Learning to swim. Shaving time. (The list goes on but you catch my drift.)

That’s why it felt so incredible to spend a mere 3 hours in my yard and see astounding results.

This made me think two things:

  1. I get why people procrastinate on the big stuff. It’s likely because they get addicted to how good it feels to check the small sh*t off their to-do list. Fold laundry – check. Unload the dishwasher – check. Plant flowers – check. (And who doesn’t love check marks, right? They’re right up there with Post-it notes.)
  2. It also made me realize I need/crave waaaaaaay more instant gratification in my life.

I’ve been at this whole endurance thing long enough to know that the middle of a training cycle is where sh*t gets messy. It’s happened to me oodles of times, (the dreaded grind), and I’ve seen it happen with dozens of sole sisters I know, too.

So this week, I’ve been revising my schedule. I’ve got 100+ days ‘til Austin – and I want to plug in some additional mile markers– smaller goals, (training related or not), that make me feel like I’m embracing, (and propagating!), waaaaaay more awesome in my life.

Today, this quote sums up how I feel perfectly…

“I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.” –Diane Ackerman American Writer



P.S.  Does your Husband/Partner have anything weird they insist on? Come chat me up on Facebook and we’ll share a few chuckles.  

P.S.S. Today was the first time I’ve done lap swimming outside. It kind of felt like being in church – there’s something spiritual, (and liberating!), about swimming outdoors in clean water. Tonight is an open water swim… prayers welcome.

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