It has been a whirlwind around here lately. I’m working on so many “little” (but very important) things, and there are still so many other things that need to get done that I’m neglecting. Then there are things I would love to do (like a decent SOL every Tuesday!) that just fall to the side a lot.
I’m getting a little worried because, while there are always going to be more things to do than I can get done, I don’t see things slowing down. Add to that that, realistically, I am going to need to look for a new job, and I just want to curl up and sleep and pretend I have nothing to do!
I think the job thing is what just really hit me. I can’t put it off any longer. Like many other teachers, my pay hasn’t gone up. This many years in, and I’m still making the same as the first years. My first increase should come next year, but it’s a couple hundred. The scary thing is, I can’t just move to a neighboring district. I need to leave the state. Another big move. Ugh. (I’m leaving out a lot of personal info from this post.)
The other day I was thinking about where I am in life, and where I want to be. I want my student loans paid off. I want my car paid off. I want to save up for, and then purchase, a small home in a neighborhood I like. I would like to be able to decorate in a way I like (so good thing I don’t like anything to extravagent 🙂 ), and I would like to pick out appliances I want and be able to purchase them.
After that, I would like to do other things, things I think of as “life” purchases. I would like to travel (both within and outside of the US). I would love to take photography classes and buy a nice camera to take with me to the class. I want to go back to school and take classes. (Do you know I think I’ve finally learned how to study? I made it through grad school without really knowing how. But, working with upper elementary school kids, I finally had to learn how so I could teach them.)
That’s not going to happen here. I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed keeping up with work these days, and thinking about starting this new phase of looking for work elsewhere, looking for a new place to hopefully call home, whew! That’s a lot. I’m trying to keep in mind two cliches: one step at a time and don’t put the cart before the horse!
I keep thinking back to when I first actually started running. And then I realize that what I’m remembering isn’t actually my first go at it.
Spring semester of my first year of college is when I started going to the gym consistently. I think it was only 3 times a week, but I also had to walk everywhere. And there were stairs…
I think I started to try to start a running program spring of my second year, but it was all on the treadmill. Then I studied abroad in the summer, gained a little too much weight (if people heard the actual amount, I’m sure I’d get smacked. But, it was A) the most I had ever weighted up to that point in my life and B) enough that I couldn’t fit into 95% of my clothes (some of which I had just bought before leaving), but the next size up was still too big for me. So, it felt like muffin top central or clothes falling off. Can’t really win. I went to the gym 2x a day sometimes and was going to try that Special K diet. I think I made it to night one before I was angry with that diet. Luckily, by the time fall semester had started I had chilled out quite a bit. I must of been very pleasant to be around during that time.
I was back in my gym routine, and by the summer before my last year, I was making some real progress. Then I got really sick about two week before school started. I went back to school, but I just got worse. I was out of commission for ~4 weeks. I ended up having to come from school, but I got better and made it back to school. I had no energy until about October, so I had to start ALL over with everything. I could barely make it through riding a stationary bike for 20 minutes!
By the end of my last year, I was feeling great. I had spoken with our school nutritionist and had made some better changes to my diet. About a week after I graduated, I started grad school. By the end of the fall semester, I could run for 45 minutes on the treadmill!
During the spring semester, I took my running outside. I had a good base from all that time doing other cardio in the gym, so I think starting a training program for a HM felt smoother. Like I said, I could run 45 minutes on a treadmill. I started with running 2 miles outside and built up from that. Some runs weren’t pretty, but they all got done. I graduated from grad school, moved to my new state, started teaching, and ran a half marathon that November. Two weeks later I ran a Turkey Trot 10k. And it’s been all downhill from there.
I think the biggest difference is that I haven’t kept up the exercise routine in general. In both college and grad school, I was working out consistently. I think once the stress of school and moving hit me, I let a lot of my good habits go, like the healthier eating, consistent working out, and going to bed/waking up at the same time each day.
Finally, something that’s getting me is reading some beginner running forums/blogs. I can’t find any that are good for me! It really seems like people say hey, I want to start running, and then BAM, they’re running 60 miles a week. Or, they go for their first run and then they’re running 7-8 minute miles. Yeah, that’s not me. I just start feeling bad about myself. So, no more reading those! But, I would love a great resource about running to read.
Annnnddddd now I’m running out of steam writing this!