It is so easy to define myself with a number…my weight, income, paces, etc…When they are good, I’m happy with myself. When they’re not, I beat myself up. I noticed yesterday that I was feeling like a loser for not wanting to “race” Chicago. So, I decided to type out a few of my thoughts…
Weight. Runners tend to be a little obsessive and type A about everything. It’s easy to obsess over weight. I don’t own a scale anymore, because it was too easy to focus over one pound here and one pound there. I realized that the number was determining my mood. Now, I just use my clothes to keep me in line. If they’re snug…eat less cupcakes.
Salary. I’m blessed to not have to work but sometimes my ego misses my career. Walking away from my job was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done. (In my past life I was a creative director for a music publishing company.) Sometimes it’s a blow to my ego when I tell people that I don’t work…as if my worth is tied to an income.
Race Times. I can’t tell you how people have asked me about my goal for Chicago. Answer: enjoy the race, do my best, and have fun. I’ve heard plenty of runner say that they’re afraid to run a race just for fun because others might judge their finish time. What?!! Running is supposed to be fun!
Age. Today we are celebrating my husband’s 40th Birthday! He looks and feels like he’s 30. I used to think 40 was so old, but we’re just getting started!
Social Media. How many followers, friends, stalkers(I kid) do you have? Do you ever feel down when nobody likes a post, picture, or status update?
Don’t get me wrong, I love data. It pushes me to be better. Maybe just extend some courtesy and grace to those around you. Don’t ask someone’s weight, paces, salary, etc… If they want to share it with you, they will. I hope this doesn’t come across like a soapbox moment…it’s just a reminder that we are not our numbers.
On to the fun stuff…
My Perch is getting into the fall spirit.
Please let these legs show up on race day! LOVE this Oiselle tank…fly!
I actually had to slow my roll, and this turtle was the perfect reminder.
When I made this Vegetarian Tortilla Soup a couple of weeks ago, I froze some for later. I heated it up for dinner tonight.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on how we define ourselves by our numbers! Have you experienced any of the same feelings?
How’s your training going? Where are you at…taper, peak weeks?