One of my very favorite mantras and one that I try to remind myself of all the time is don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good. For a long time I would get so discouraged by failing to do something absolutely perfectly that I would just give up. This applied to eating, working out, cleaning my apartment, etc. I refer to this as being f*cking crazy - I will explain this below.
I think I’m a lot better at not getting discouraged by imperfection and throwing in the towel, but today I had a setback. I ran four miles at lunch, including four 800 repeats, and they completely kicked my ass. Sidenote: I’m finding speedwork haaaaaard these days and I think it’s because I’m actually doing it at a challenging pace for once?!
So, I had these grand plans to ALSO go to Crossfit after work. I LOVE the Tuesday/Thursday night instructors at my gym because they’re super helpful with newbies and I hate missing class, but damn, was I zonked after my run.
I decided not to go, and then of course, I started beating myself up and getting frustrated about not being able to do both.
Anyways, I think in some ways, reading running/triathlon blogs can really exacerbate this kind of thinking for me - when I’m reading about apparent superhumans who frequently work out twice a day and go without a rest day for months, I start to believe somehow that that is the norm. Instead of celebrating completing a totally challenging workout, I’m disappointed in myself for not finishing two. Not to mention how shitty I feel when I realize my speedwork pace is an easy run pace for many bloggers. See why I call going down this rabbit hole being f*cking crazy?
I wish I could find more blogs about real, normal people with normal people amounts of time to dedicate to training. Normal people get tired, and have to work late, and sometimes just would rather hang out with their friends than go for a run. Real people are slow, cranky, and sometimes can’t help but eat the free donuts (I only had 2.5, ok?!). Training is way more fun and rewarding when you’re not f*cking demoralized by reading blogs written by people with completely unrelatable lifestyles.
So crazy blogger people who never miss a workout and never eat the wrong things and OMGLOVEEVERYRUNTHISMUCH, I raise my glass of Schlafly Pumpkin Ale to you (from the couch, obviously), but I no longer want to be one of you. I promise from here on out to write the kind of blog I want to read.
Today marks the end of being f*cking crazy.