I may very well have learned a valuable lesson: moms know best … sometimes (Hey! I never said I wasn’t stubborn in my ways ;))
So my moms has been trying to push The Secret down my throat for years now, but, with all due respect, I’ve fought her tooth and nail on it. And rightfully so, it totally plays into that whole dirty hippie, peace, love and happiness blah, blah, blah that I’ve been trying to avoid for as long as I can remember. My mom bought me the book, it went into the drawer. She stuffed a daily calendar of it in my Christmas stocking, it got stuffed into another stocking the following year.
But yesterday, my moms may finally have won the battle. She’s ruthless, I tell you. She knew, like moms do, that her daughter was in a vulnerable state, and she so took advantage of it in the best way she knew how. She looked me in the eyes, smiled, and with the most lavender-drizzled voice I think I’ve ever heard come out of her mouth, she said, “Envision it and it will happen.” The Secret’s key phrase.
And you know what, I didn’t fight her, sure I rolled my eyes in her presence, but when she wasn’t around anymore, I actually started to envision. I KNOW! But hear me out on this one, I had to, I had no other choice. See, Sunday’s run, you know that totally brutal, kill-me-now, I-hate-you-nerves run, marked the six-week countdown to marathon day. SIX WEEKS! And given Sunday’s run, I’m thinking it’s high time I eliminate those damn nerves. And short of snorting lavender buds, I’m thinking the whole pep talk thing, because that’s really all it is, can’t be that bad can it?
So how’s this for envisioning:
You’re going to be great, no actually you’re going to be amazing, no actually you’re going to be super fantastic, totally awesome, and so totally hot too!
You’re going to kick that marathon’s ass so bad – and fast – it won’t know what hit it!
You’re going to be so super fast Super Katie that you’re gonna feel like you could run two marathons, maybe even three!
Ohhh yeah! I’m in the zone baby!
- 5:15 p.m. BG before: 9.1
- Temp basal: -70 per cent***
- Distance: 4.5 km (treadmill)
- Pace: 6:13-6:25 min/km
- Time: 30 minutes
- PLUS: two sets of butt kicks
- 6:15 p.m. BG after: 1.9 (OUCH!)
Even though I’ve been totally slacking off on my Tuesday runs, I really wanted to get a run in today, as I wanted to break my shoes in enough to wear on Sunday’s 23 km. However, after two months of sunny skies, the weather gods decided today would be a good day for a pre-fall monsoon. Ugh. And because Mario and I are now in the no-go sick zone (can’t get sick before his gran fondo in two weeks, or my marathon in six weeks, or our trip to Europe in six and a half weeks) I didn’t want to get soaked on my run and then have to sit in my car for an hour wet. So when I left work, I came to the conclusion, with great amounts of guilt, that a run just would not be possible.
But when I hit Abbotsford, I changed my mind, and veered my car towards the rec centre. I figured I could get in a half an hour on the treadmill and do a few running drills on the indoor track and still get home within a decent time.
However, I ate a nectarine just before leaving the office and because my blood sugars were 11.0, I had to give myself a BG correction along with the food BG. Had I known I was going to the gym, I wouldn’t have given myself the full correction. But I thought a -70 per cent temp basal*** would do the trick. It didn’t. My blood sugars were 1.9 when I finished. Yuck! I had to sit in my car for a good half an hour waiting for the juice and granola bar to kick in before heading home 🙁
MORE REASONS WHY I HATE THE GYM:
- I forget to stretch afterwards.
- I keep thinking someone’s going to steal my stuff thanks to all the signs posted warning me that someone’s going to steal my stuff.
- And where the hell is the scenery, no mountains, no water, no skyscrapers, no cornfields – what’s the deal?
Back to outdoor running for me tomorrow, thank goodness!