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The Dreadmill

The Dreadmill

    So, it's been a minute since my last post (actually it's only been like 5 days, but whatever) and so much exciting stuff has happened. Like absolutely nothing. Still don't have big arms. Still driving the struggle bus. Still doing stupid shit. Oh and still making 0 progress towards goal two. Great first full week back in IC...how many more of these before Thanksgiving break?! Okay...back to what I am guessing you all came here for, the running stuff (or maybe it's the personal/random/crazy stuff?).

    I used to be a big fan of running on the treadmill. Huge fan. Loved the fact that there were no hills or other obstacles, and that I could do a much better job of pacing myself than if I were running outside. Well let me tell ya, I can't believe I used to be that person. Like yuck, who would prefer the freaking dreadmill to running like a crazy person, music blaring and kicking major running butt on the downhills of BP. I almost wish I could be that person for the next few weeks, cause these last few runs have been so, so difficult/awful/boring/painful/etc. I seriously think my legs are even more pissed about the fact that we are no longer running outside than I am. Like they just cannot go any faster than ten minute miles and everything is super tight. Foam rolling, ice packs, Tylenol, and bio-freeze have quickly become my best friends.

    Running on a #@$%ing treadmill at 4:45 a.m. is pretty much the hardest thing to do. It's still uber dark out, so you are pretty much just trotting along staring at your own reflection in the window for the entire time. You feel like you're going way to slow and there is no amount of mantras or positive psychology that is going to make this situation any less sucky. Tried pretending I was running outside, epic failure. Just made me more annoyed by the fact that I'm not, especially when it comes to being somewhat motivated by the fact that there are other people watching you. CAUSE NO ON ELSE IS CRAZY ENOUGH TO BE IN THE GYM AT 4:45 IN THE MORNING. So of course I'm gonna be slacking and making this whole adjustment process way harder than it needs to be. I'm telling ya, I would take all the quick sand, big ass hills, hitting the panic button every 5 seconds, and falling on my face every block over this shit. And that's saying something, cause I literally hate all of those things, but not as much as I hate running on the freaking hamster wheels they call "treadmills" that are in the dungeon they call a "gym" here.

    The only thing that has really helped me get through these runs is to really focus on using my arms more (cause they are getting sorta jacked...okay not really.) and pretend that I am running with someone else, anyone, who won't let me quit. Although in retrospect, I feel like I would be running much faster and with an actual smile on my face if I had someone running with me. But hey, I'm doing what I can to get the miles in. So far the farthest I've gone is 4 miles. Hoping to get at least 5 or 6 tomorrow. However, I have found one positive effect of having such shitty runs in such an empty not at all decent gym.

    I have been having the best most focused lifts I've probably ever had in this gym. I set 3 PRs during my first arm day here since way back in September. I think having a really bad runs gets me just pissed off enough to go crazy hard during my lift. I mean what's the point of getting up at 4:20 a.m. to have an average workout. Might as well at least give 300% during my lifts so that way my arms feel just as crappy as my legs. I never thought that 8 lb. dumbbells could feel so heavy, but doing 20-25 reps of any exercise is completely exhausting. Oh, and did I forget to mention that my first lift back the fire alarm went up when I was in the middle of hitting biceps/triceps in my dorm room with said dumbbells. Yeah, I was super caffeinated and super pissed off. I was still drenched in sweat from the 2.5 hour workout I had already gotten done in the dungeon. Sidenote: I lift in a sports bra in my room because, 1. I do a lot of cardio so my shirts always freaking soaked and 2. There's no one to judge me but me. So, I had to put said drenched shirt on and go out into the freezing cold all wet for approximately 15 minutes...for a false alarm. WHAT?!

    My legs were freaking jello, arms shaking from hitting the weights way harder than necessary, and now I'm standing outside shivering for what felt like 10,000 years all for a false alarm? Yup, Happy Friday/Happy first Friday workout in forever. Honestly, I think it's a sign I should have just continued going home every Thursday til Monday and having the greatest runs and actually progressing distance/speed-wise. But, that's just me, probably not a sign (but also maybe?).

    I feel like going into this past weeks workouts I assumed having an empty gym would be good. And maybe it is, it's hard to tell. On the one hand, I feel way less self-conscious and I don't have to worry about other people being on the machines I want to use. On the other hand, I feel like it just makes me miss my gym back home that much more, and I workout way too damn early in the morning to already be as into my feels as I am when this happens (which is pretty much every damn workout lately, god I am being such a girl about this). Also, (and I cannot believe I am saying/typing this) but...I miss actually talking to people while I workout. What who are you even Caitlyn?! IDK. And I feel like if anyone from my gym back home is reading this...you probably are thinking, "Wtf she doesn't even talk that much..", and that's true!! But...I am for sure going to be way way more talkative when I am home over break, cause I feel like I definitely took for granted just how great having nice/helpful/inspirational people in the gym with you while working out. Damn, look at me all up in my feels again.

    Flash forward to today's workout--it went well. The running wasn't perfect by any means, but it was way better and way less painful than Fridays. The lifting was obviously great, because it was arm day again and I actually remembered to do my push ups. And then I had to do laundry...eww. And then I decide to just chill and get on Facebook. And what do ya know, I have a message from my mom that hits me straight in the feels yet again. Like, no don't tell me this person or that person was at the gym when Larry walked by. I swear I will start freaking bawling my eyes out because I miss that place so much!! Okay The End (before the tears starts).

   
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