Friday, September 28, 2012

Re-Prioritizing

My company had our annual Foundation Day yesterday. Foundation Day is when my company requests it's employees to take time away from work (during work hours) to volunteer.

We went to the Food Bank of NY, which is located in the Bronx. We organized and boxed 22,000 lbs of frozen hams which will be delivered to the food banks agencies and will help 9,000 families.

After Foundation Day, the agency puts together a Happy Hour at a local bar. I haven't had a drink in 2 weeks (not even wine at dinner- WHAT?! I know.) I'm feeling really good, and just would rather water lately.

However, I really wanted to end Foundation Day on a positive note with my coworkers. I'm on a new team now and wanted to get to know more people around my cube's location. So, I decided to attend the Happy Hour.

It started at 5:40 and was going until 7:40. I was really enjoying myself (I had a PERFECT, SEATED spot next to the chicken fingers, wings, and had a place for my bag.) It was pretty awesome, as far as happy hour plus' go.

I ordered a Stella, and after 3 sips, noticed that I was FULL. Luckily, since my body hasn't been enjoying the poison, I was good with just one.

But, I really just didn't want to run the 6 miles on my schedule. I was capable of it, I mean, it was only 1 beer, but I just didn't have it in me. After standing all day, moving 45 lb boxes of frozen hams from one side of a room to the other, the last thing I wanted to do was run 6 miles.

So, I didn't run.

GASP!

I started berating myself, but I remembered: Earlier this week, I had received a really inspiring email from another member of Team Tuesday. He's run 3 marathons and he told me that sticking to a schedule doesn't take into account real life happenings. Such as: happy hours with coworkers, and putting a strict schedule on yourself (but mostly, when you can't adhere to that schedule) can cause undue mental stress.

So, I decided that I'd hang out (until 7:15, I'm such an old lady!) and then head home and run this morning.

And that I did. I finished 6 miles this morning. My legs survived, and my mind even told me I could have kept going, but I really had to get ready for work.

I don't feel bad that I didn't run last night since I got the miles in this morning. I have to run 13 tomorrow, so now I'm just nervous my legs will be tired half way through that run.

Let's hope that won't be true. And let's hope that my wearing 5" platform heels all day today/tonight won't hurt my run tomorrow morning, too.

;)

xo



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