Week of June 17, 2012:
Thursday: Off (traveling!)
Friday: Easy pre-race shake-out run (~20 minutes)
Saturday: Solstice Run 10K!
Week of June 25, 2012:
Sunday: Off (but with lots of slow walks, with and without kids)
Monday: Easy shake-out run (~20 minutes around the neighborhood)
Tuesday: Off (off chasing small children, that is!)
Wednesday: Two walks with kids + chaperoning the little ones at the park
Thursday: Travel + too much walking in Chicago
Friday: Speed-walking in Chicago with Ammie and later with Adam
Saturday: More speed-walking!
Week of July 1, 2012:
Sunday: Travel (off)
Monday: Yoga (Gentle Hatha)
Whew! I apologize for the overwhelming list of days and activities in this post. Suffice to say, I stayed active during my vacation, even though I took a week off of running. Or perhaps more accurately, I should say that I spent more time running after small children and speed-walking with friends in Chicago.
I consider myself to be in good shape, but man, my friends showed me that hoofing it around a city ought to be considered a sport itself. Their speed was overwhelming, and I worked hard to keep up with them. I’ve grown used to the easy pace of Texas, where we walk slowly and live easily. Chicago, by comparison, is exciting, fast, and challenging. I’m sure that when I lived in Evanston, I was quite the speed-walker myself, but that was the old me. The new me runs and bikes quickly but walks slowly. I wonder if my slow-walking ways are more about a shift in my mental game, a way of cultivating patience. As a graduate student, I had to hustle to keep up with everything—maybe I felt like I had to hurry. Now, I feel more reluctant to let anyone rush me. I want to move through life at my own pace, whether it’s running a race or taking a slow photo-walk around the neighborhood. Even in my cooking, sometimes I whip up a quick snack or meal, and other times I want to tuck something in the oven to bake slowly, filling the apartment with its delicious scent.
I suppose what I’m saying is that the speed at which we move through life may be a metaphor for our current needs. I’m happier with a slower pace these days, though I certainly have my moments when I’m hustling. But if I’m hustling all the time, I feel like life is rushing by me as I rush through it. And that’s just not how I want to live.