Just a little break from the running updates for some well crafted songs. Last June when I traveled to Utah for the marathon there I spend nine glorious days exploring the south west. I ended up in Las Vegas to see my favorite band 'The Joy Formidable'. I've seen 'TJF' 9 times and they seem to always have amazing opening acts. Haunted Summer is pretty much the top of the talent pile and they played an amazing set. When they were packing up to head back to California I told them 'If you're ever in Indianapolis I'll be there.' Well as luck would have it they played Indy this past week and like before, they killed it.
As you may have guessed music is extremely important to me, as it is to a lot of people. If I'm awake, then I probably have music playing somewhere close by. If you're looking for a great band to check out please give them a listen. Very soft focus, a dreamy wash of guitar sound. With punctual tones were needed and just so tastefully subtle. Feel free to click on the album art and check out the great sound they have.
A little late getting this posting up, but here goes. Last Saturday was hot and humid, and this Saturday felt every bit as October should in Indianapolis. This weekend I fell short of milage again, but killed it on my milage pace. I only did 12 on Saturday with an 8:03/mile pace and 5.30 on Sunday turning in a 7:52/mile pace. The shin splints are still being an issue but with less than 3 weeks until the next marathon there is little I can do other than wrap them like a mummy.
A lesson that people (and the universe) have been trying to beat into me for years is that I first must love myself. For some odd reason this is starting to sink in and make a lot of sense. My entire life I've looked for others to accept me, as if them seeing anything redeeming in me was validation for happiness. 'Oh, you think I'm an alright person? Then I must have value to you' sort of mindset. The direct cause of this? The jury is out on if this. I was the second and less important of the two sons, or it could be the bipolar... but probably a little of both. Growing up and into adulthood I've always felt as though I'm forgotten and in the shadows, thus placing the level of acceptance towards me as a direct reflection of my value to the world. I'm understanding this tactic has been a huge distraction and a draw on my energy.
Am I fixed? Oh no, that's like getting up from your 3rd or 4th therapy session and thinking you have that 'ta-da' moment that all is well and you won't be back. This is like the weather, I'll have my good days and bad days, good seasons and harsher times. As the saying goes 'A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor', and the more trouble times with moments of proper reflection have only made me more skilled at navigating these waters. Or running these paths depending on the theme you want to choose.
It was humid... Very humid. Even I was a little shocked at the humidity being around 9237%, my glasses were fogged over the entire time and I may have evolved some gills. I kept it to an easier 12 miles with me shuffling my runs around. I did 7 yesterday during the heat of the day and it just wore me out a bit. Today the goal was to just get more miles on the new shoes before the next marathon on November 3rd.
A highlight of the run today was running into the local celebrity 'Pirate Cat' around mile 4. Always great to see him on his walks. This was the second weekend run in a row where we crossed paths. I also helped a cyclist find their way, they were new to the area so that turned into a nice conversation. I'll be back it this again tomorrow if I can get home from work early, maybe a 3 miler before band practice.
Ryan (That's me)
Runner, writer, and a survivor. It's all about living the life you want and helping each other along the way.