I’m not a professional athlete, which means I should not hold myself to the same standard as a professional athlete. Running and working out are not my job. I do not get paid to run. Sometimes I have to remind myself of that.
I think weightlifting is boring. I know a lot of people say that about running, but that’s how I feel about lifting. I workout at home because I can’t imagine wasting time in the car to go to the gym, much less pay for a gym membership and then wasting time in the car on the way home. I’ve been lifting at home for a long time and it works for me.
When I wasn’t able to run, I followed a bodybuilding style weightlifting program. Now I want a program that will compliment my running. So instead of doing what I would call body-part training, I’m lifting total body three times a week and then doing yoga/stretching/physical therapy 2-3 times a week, plus running. I equate the yoga days to rest days. I’m still active but it’s low impact and beneficial to recovery.
It sounds like a lot, but I think it’s fairly manageable. Here is how the schedule looks for this week:
As a general rule, I don’t like to lift and run on the same day. But yesterday I took an unplanned rest day and I had to make an exception today. Sunday night I had had a terrible night’s sleep and woke Monday morning on the brink of a cold. I had to go to the grocery store and the house was a mess. But I was dead set on fitting in my work out. Leftovers were on the dinner menu and there was no reason why my scheduled strength training couldn’t be accomplished.
I’ve opened every box from the move and had made a mental note of the box with the archived Runner’s Worlds and training plans. But amidst the chaos, it was nowhere to be found. That’s ok. I’ll set up my gym and just do a light workout. I got the dumbbells organized and nearly fell down the stairs trying to carry our full length mirror to my new gym. My husband got home and carried it down for me. That’s when I was about to get started, when I just didn’t. I just couldn’t muster the mental strength to force myself to lift. I was spent from the day. And I just couldn’t. On top of it all, it was 6:45 and we hadn’t had dinner. In the daily balance, I had put too many activities on my plate and the scale had tipped.
I was so frustrated with myself. I know rest is important, but I don’t like unscheduled rest. It makes me feel like a quitter. And this is where I need the reminder that I’m not a professional athlete. The reason I can’t fit it all in is because I’m actually a professional stay-at-home mom who home-schools her daughter and maintains a busy household. Supermom is a myth. Honestly, I usually do pretty good with balancing my schedule, but with the move I haven’t established a new routine yet. I’m getting there.
Today was a new day. I found my workout plan. My daughter kept me company and wanted to play photographer.
This is my real job.