*Alert* Many of you have asked about Shut Up and Run shirts. They are in the works. Had to tweak the logo a bit. I’ll let you know when they are available. Right now I am thinking of offering a tech shirt, a tank-type women’s running shirt and a visor.
If I am correct, this is what I learned from you guys about how to fit in high training volume:
- “Suck it up buttercup!” Get up way early. Plan well. (Jason)
- Less showering
- Less TV
- Don’t worry if the house is a disaster
- Give up reading, socializing, etc.
- Feel free to lie on the airport floor except if you’re EMZ aka germaphobe
I've thought a lot about your advice and it really helped. This training is only for the next two months, therefore temporary. I am willing to sacrifice big time to get to the start line of this freaking race and to complete it. This got me to thinking…what am I not willing to give up?
- The quality of my parenting
- I will keep turning off computer/training/everything at 8pm, cuddling up on the couch and watching an hour or two of TV/movie or reading. This is my only down time of the day and I’m not getting rid of it. Probably will keep that glass of wine too.
- The quality of my work in my “real job.”
- The quality of my friendships and relationships with my parents
- The quality of my marriage
- Yoga/meditation/prayer/inspirational reading
- Home cooked meals
Things I am willing to sacrifice
- Sleep; getting up at 5:00 a.m. has become no big deal
- Cleaning toilets, picking up dog poop and other house chores that I can make my kids do
- Some extraneous social events that would be fun, but aren’t completely necessary
- Answering the phone. I don’t usually do this anyway.
- Surfing the net
- Writing a couple of blog posts here and there. C’mon. I write every day. I might miss a few when things really ramp up.
- Showering, primping, etc. No big deal if it doesn’t happen. That’s what deodorant, FDS and smelly lotions/perfumes are for.
Today I went to Bikram (hot) yoga and am proud to say I still haven’t showered. It could get ugly around here. I’m just doing what you told me to do.
In other news, it’s day two of Sam being in Chicago with the grandparents. Our text exchange:
Me: Emma and I are getting pedicures. Wish u were here.
Yeah, that second toe IS a finger. So what?
Sam: I’m at Marshall Fields
Me: Buy me something
Sam: Like what?
Me: A bra or tampons.
I never got a response on that one. I think he’s traumatized.
Do you embarrass or humiliate your children on purpose?
What are you willing to sacrifice to train for races?