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last week at next gen house

Ever have one of those off-weeks where you feel like you aren’t firing on all cylinders and nothing works the way it did just a few days before? That was last week at Next Gen House.

I was finishing up my last week at my old job, and while theoretically you would think that would make things calm down, it didn’t. Not in any way. My goal for this week – the first at my new job – is to just get through it intact and to do the best that I can to create a new normalcy. That being said, here’s how the week went.

Last Week in Running

Well. This week did not go remotely as planned. I started off strong, with a lovely, 7 mile outdoor run on Tuesday on the city trails. Work had a team building activity close to the trails and let out an hour early, allowing me to squeeze in 7 miles during daylight. Wednesday was another 5 on the Panhandle trail by our house, where Mark got to ride his bike and I ran. But by Thursday, my last day at the old job, the lack of sleep all week had caught up with me. I had to skip my Thursday workout because I got home too late and exhausted (physically and emotionally). All week I had tossed and turned every single night, being up for hour stretches all over the place. Not sure if that was my thyroid or just the stress of the job change. But needless to say, I figured that I was better off just sleeping because my body didn’t want me on that treadmill at 10 at night, no way, no how. Fridays are a rest for me, and I decided to keep it a rest even though I missed Thursday so that I would be okay to do 12-13 on Saturday with Elite.

Then I get up Saturday and it had rained the night before and it was cold. And the excuses start going in my brain, because I’m also exhausted again, with another night of restless sleep. And then a myriad other things start pounding my brain and I decided to skip the group run and try to go back to sleep. And this was probably my biggest mistake. I should have gone to the run and done at least what I could and then come home, but instead I laid back down. And there I didn’t sleep, but I mentally beat myself up and worried and stressed about all manner of things, logical and illogical, for another 45 minutes until I decided I’d have to at least run on the treadmill, so I ate a little something.

Once I got on the treadmill, I felt like it was the hardest thing I had ever done. I got through two torturous miles where every second felt like a year. Got off, went downstairs and told Mark I didn’t think I could do it and started crying. I am pretty sure all of the feelings I had about leaving a very difficult job finally came rearing in like a mac truck and the exhaustion caught up to me and between that and the immense guilt I had about skipping a long run, I just couldn’t hold it in. So I made peace with myself for a few minutes, got it out and then ran 2 more. So my 12-13 mile plan turned into 4 slow slog miles on a treadmill. We traveled for Easter, so I decided to skip Sunday’s as well and start with a clean slate today.

It was hard, coming off a great week with a PR to basically tank my training this week and run only 16 of the 34 miles I was supposed to run. But I didn’t have it in me and I should have faced the big changes happening in the rest of my life and realized how that would impact my training. I am a creature of habit and thrive on a routine. When that routine is disrupted, things go crazy. So I am going to relegate this past week of training to the past and just mentally wipe it clean and move forward. I’m where I need to be fitness-wise and I need to take pride in how far I’ve come and just move on. This week is a new week, and I hope to be as much on my game as possible, though I am going in to it knowing that more things are changing and I will have to take the runs one mile at a time.

Last Week in Eating

Well, it was Easter week, so we can definitely put my family Easter dinner on the high point. I always stuff myself to the gunnels and this year was really no exception, though I didn’t have to moan afterwards. (Though I did basically sleep the whole way home.) We also got to spend Saturday night with my family, which included celebratory cake and a make your own ice cream sundae bar, which was delish.

We also opened a bottle of champagne I got when I was in the Finger Lakes for the Wine Glass Half Marathon (which I had promised myself I wouldn’t open until I got a new job). And we drank some out of our Star Trek glasses, of course.

champagne and star trek

This week we’ll be making some standards that are easy to manage with a busy schedule. I am hoping this weekend to break out some new recipes I’ve been wanting to try but haven’t had the bandwith for.

Last Week in Homesteading

Guess who has two thumbs and a kombucha brew going strong? This girl right here. I’ll be tasting it this week to see if it’s ready to be bottled. That’s a really great sentence to type after a long, kombucha-less winter. Definitely dreaming of the garden too, pretty much every time I see our backyard, which is muddy, brown and gray. Though the chickens are pretty happy about the muck because they eat worms from it after it rains and then take a dust bath once it dries up!

Last Week in Reading

I finished the Star Trek audiobook that I started during the JASR half marathon last weekend, and started Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Doesn’t Stop Talking, which is completely fascinating. I often find myself nodding my head up and down and saying “yes, that’s me!” out loud in the car.

I also finished A Little Life, which was a huge tome that puts you through the emotional wringer. Probably didn’t help that I finished it, bawling my eyes out all over the library copy, the night before the long run that wasn’t this week. Amazing book, but not in any way light hearted. It requires lots of breaks and lots of fortitude. After that, I needed a light read, so I am blowing through Heap House, a children’s/young adult book that seems a lot like A Series of Unfortunate Events but takes place in 1870s England in a house that sits in the middle of garbage heaps, where the protagonist can hear objects tell him their names. It’s bizarre, but it’s a really fast read and is decidedly much more on the lighter side.

So that’s it for this week. I’ll leave you with a page from a Darth Vader comic I read recently. Going to help me move on from last week (and the last few years!).

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