Happy Sunday! Today was one of those ideal weekend days. I got a double digit run in, splashed around in the ocean, got a mani and pedi with a girlfriend and had time to do all of my run coaching stuff. The cherry on top will be the glass of rosé I pour for myself in an hour. #sobasic
Actually, this whole week was pretty good if I think about it. Besides the gorgeous weather, I had fun work projects that lit me up and had me on cloud 9. Between planning a super cool summer event, hosting an influencer brunch, and putting on a video shoot, I was just feeling my job this week. Having the freedom to be creative and experiment is E V E R Y T H I N G. Working on a Saturday doesn’t even feel like work when you love your job.
On a less positive note, I have decided to take two full weeks off of running before going into Chicago Marathon training. My plantar fasciitis is out of control and I recently went to see Mr. Magic Hands (otherwise known as Dave Claing) who basically told me to stop running. If you’re in San Diego, look him up. On second thought – you can’t. He doesn’t have a website and is entirely word of mouth. (But if you’re interested, I’ll send you his number. He’s in La Jolla.)
Anyway, I’ve seen Dave before and he’s never told me NOT to run. This time, he worked on my legs and just couldn’t believe I was running with the crazy tightness and lack of flexibility. It’s been way, way worse than usual. He almost made me cry because the work he was doing was so intense. I was sweating and ready to murder him as he worked on my legs. He texted me a couple days later after much thought and advised that I take some time off from running completely. I hated that text message but it gave me pause. He works on athletes EVERY SINGLE DAY so he knows when it’s time to take a step back.
For two weeks, I am going to lay off of running. Instead, I will take long walks on the beach, go to pilates, yoga and spin and foam roll like a psycho. I knew I probably shouldn’t even have run today but I wanted one last hoorah before my two week hiatus. It’s kind of like an alcoholic getting drunk before going into rehab. Not the best idea, but it happens.
I’m going to take it one day at a time and try to be zen about it. Since running is my primary form of stress relief, I might be extra bitchy, but I’ll listen to some buddhist podcasts or something. I’m going to take the advice I would give to the runners I coach and STOP, DAMN IT! Two weeks off now is much better than 6-8 weeks off down the road. Be smart. The end.