Its less than 2 weeks for the first, half-marathon I am training for. Am I ready ? I don’t know and I don’t wanna even think of it. I have been diligently running for the most part, 5 miles or 6 miles and on certain days I even run 8 miles, but 10 miles seems to escape me.
Sometimes I fear that as much as my mind keeps pushing me to do things and keep going, my body is begging me to slow down, after all I am no wonder woman or am I ?
Recently while sharing with someone all the things I do, she used the word wonder woman on me.
I am no super heroine, with superhuman powers, but I will take the tiara and bracelets and mostly the lasso of truth, oh what I can do with that lasso. Imagine the answers to all my burning questions being answered truthfully, with who shall I begin I wonder.
Back to reality, but a girl can dream.
During my run today, I was thinking of wonder woman, no, not about me flying around in skimpy clothes with long hair flying around and me waving my lasso, but about all the things that I take on for myself.
Besides working 40-45 hours a week, I try to run or ride my bike on a daily basis to train for the 2 marathons I am signed up for and the duathlon I am trying to take on in september. To add to that I start my cooking/baking/prep for the farmers market on Thursday, while making sure I cook dinner almost daily and then helping a few friends with some writing projects.
For the most part, I do enjoy every thing I do. There are the rare moments that I wish I had not signed up for marathons or that I had a weekend off from the market, but those moments are far and between.
On the rare occasion I find some time, I have elaborate plans of staying in bed, sleeping till late, reading a book and doing nothing. But the doing nothing lasts a few minutes. My mind starts churning with ideas for things I should bake or I get an absolute craving for chocolate that I find myself skipping to my kitchen to turn the oven on.
Last weekend started off promisingly with laziness in the horizon, but me being wonder woman and all, I decided, instead of staying in bed, to give into a this desire for chocolate and go bake myself something chocolaty. Here I am at 9 am, yes 9 am, turning the oven on and getting creative in my kitchen.
So instead of reading a book like I had planned, I am instead surrounded by flour strewn all over my counters and dishes piled in my sink and the mixer whizzing in the background. Yes, wonder woman will be proud of me, I just made Chocolate Mousse Brownie with Pecans. Instead of the lasso of truth, I will take a lasso that I can wave and have my kitchen cleaned.
Maybe once I bake the brownie I can take a piece, sit in my favorite chair and get back to that book like I had planned and then go run 10 miles, after all wonder woman has fit into that skimpy outfit.