Not Sweating the Small (or Big) Stuff

At the beginning of the year I set some, what I thought were, fairly lofty running related goals for the race distances that I generally run. At that time, I hadn't even considered running a marathon. That idea didn't hatch until March. In truth, the marathon training probably was a huge asset to me recently reaching some of my targets.

I wouldn't even call them "goals" as such. It was more of questioning what I was capable of doing racing-wise in 2012.

In January I wrote: "Can I run under 21 in the 5K, under 43 in the 10K, under 1:35 in the Half-Marathon??"

It took almost to the end of this year to reach 2/3 of those time related goals. 5K PR on 11/22 of 20:41; 10K PR on 9/23 of 42:24. I haven't run under 1:35 in the half-marathon distance yet. Heck, I haven't run under 1:37. But with the Holiday Half coming up next week I will have my last chance to see what this body is capable of.

And, speaking of bodies. Mine has been a little different.

I was out running today before lunch. It was so nice out. Perfect temperature, slight breeze, the sun peeking out behind a handful of big billowy clouds.

I run with my iPod clipped to the strap of my sport's bra. It's been a great place for it until today. My iPod would not stay clipped to the bra. It just kept falling off. I tried to figure what the problem was and well, it became obvious to me pretty quickly. My "girls" were bouncing so much that the iPod was knocked off of the strap. Why? Well, I think my boobs are bigger than they've been. I know, I know TMI, Melissa, but really. Just gaining a little extra weight since the marathon has made me bigger...umm, everywhere, but most noticeably today, it was this area.

I don't really care too much, but the extra bounciness making my iPod fall off and down my shirt three times had me ready to chuck the fricken thing into the bushes. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! My iPod became friends with my rack. I shoved that little thing in the bra and kept going. Worked fine. I'm not sure if it would work for a longer run. Today was an easy 5 miles, but I can imagine  that a 2 hour run would leave that little metal object impaled in my skin.

So, I guess I should...work off the post-marathon weight gain. Let's face it, I'm not running 50 or 60 miles a week, now. The little handful of Peanut M&M's or more drizzles of bleu cheese dressing on my salad adds up, now. I don't want to be obsessive. There's no way I'm going to weigh and measure my food. Nope. Just eat less. Lift weights more. Drink a little less wine. No problem.

So...what is the post about?? Well, it's just been more of mind dump today, but really I think it's about NOT obsessing. I am not obsessing about the race next week. AND, I'm not obsessing about my body. Whenever I put pressure on myself to run a certain time at a race, I don't do as well. Instead, I am not worrying about it, and I'm singing "Que Sera, Sera. What ever will be, will be..." La, la, la.