Saturday, October 11, 2008

Junk drawers

Today, I came up close with my junk drawer. The real one in my kitchen, and the one in my head.

To be honest, I have way more than 1 junk drawer in my kitchen, but I TRY to keep one full of all the cords and chargers for the electronic crap I own. Thankfully the good people that make all those cords put the name of the device on the charger making it easy for me to identify what cord goes to what small metal object I can't live without. Otherwise, I'm fairly certain I would have blown up/burned out all of these little electronic things I own.

Rifling through one of them today, I ran across my Garmin. I bought this when I first moved to NC, HAD to have it...and I did use it, for about 3 months. It has a setting where you can tell the garmin how fast you want to run, and it will yell at you in electronic fashion, when you are going too fast, or too slow. I *thought* I would like that, I did NOT. It did keep track of my pace, and my miles per week. I also found, in my drawer, two stop watches and two heart rate monitors.

I closed the drawer without removing any of it, and drove to a neighboring town for my run. I couldn't find my running schedule, but I thought I was down for 4, maybe 5. I ran 6. It was one of the best runs I've had in a long while. The night before I had read an article about negative self talk - the article was about weight loss and self-sabotage, not running, but it applies to running, plenty of people tell me they don't run, because the "can't". I've always wondered where that comes from.

As I started tonight, unfettered by worry about heart rates or splits or even just pacing, I wondered if I had negative self talk ahead, so I let the thoughts roll through.
I always think of Al D. when I run. He was a friend of my brothers and a multiple IRONMAN, Al used to tell me to 'just keep putting one foot in front of the other', as I came up a small hill, my head jumped to 'this ain't no E. Maple Avenue', my predawn running days in Sterling at Chrismas with all those gigantic blow up grinches and santas and the like, the first time I ran 10 miles by myself, crossing the bridge over route 28 and listening to Eye of the Tiger, I thought about my dogs, my family, my potential Thanksgiving plans, realized my tennis shoes matched my shirt and shoes, felt like a dork for matching, saw a cairn terrier on the trail and wondered when Wizard of Oz would be on TV again, wondered how I was going to discreetly dislodge my running shorts wedgie, and realized I left wet laundry in the washer.

I'm no Rebecca of Sunnybrook farm, and I'm fairly certain I've run into negativity when running before. I just can't remember it very clearly. One of my running coaches told me during marathon training to check myself. Lungs ok? Legs ok? Are you hurt? Or is this just hard? Those four little checks are all I've needed. That last one, it's the kicker. Running is sometimes hard, but I *can* do hard things. Hard is not impossible.

I had new music for my run, because there are some electronic devices I can't give up., some of it made me laugh, I believe Pink's "leave me alone tonight" is very possibly my new theme song (that is, if I had an old one, this would replace it) and some of it made me sad, some of it pushed up the hill and to run hard for the last .25 miles. Train like you'll race, Cravey.

There's been a lot of JUNK in my life lately. I've been stressed out, angry, frustrated, tearful, regretful, over-tired, scared, restless, losing sleep, and downright cranky. I am sick of it. I do not now how to deal with most of the things that are working me over like a loser in the UFC octagon. Most of it is unchartered territory for me. I am angry that I am letting myself be so affected by all of this STUFF.I am disappointed that I can't look at the rest of my life, at all of the great, wonderful, fantastic, things and people I have surrounded myself with and AM truly grateful for.

Running usually clears my head and helps me better prioritize my junk drawer, I don't know yet, if that happened tonight, I just know I desperately want to close the damn drawer and walk away from it.

7 comments:

kenju said...

We all have junk drawers, both literal and figurative. I don't run; I get rid of (avoid for a while) my troubles by getting lost in a book or in work with flowers.

I hope that whatever is troubling you can be worked out soon with a modicum of trouble, and that you can be junk-drawer free.

Doctor Err said...

its not so much the junk, sister... its putting it in little stackable boxes with labels so you can shut it (you know how i feel about open drawers...)
you need little pretend boxes where you can divide things into, "i can do something about this" and "i can't do shit about that" the last one is hardest and you have to be really honest about it. Once you do that, you can shut the drawer at least for a while so its not so damn distracting while you're trying to eat bbq....

justrun said...

OK, are you in my head?

I don't know what to do about it, either, other than to sort it out a bit at a time.

Tracy Lynn said...

I spend way more time these days trying to find the constructive. Can I do something or do I need to wait?

And sometimes it still feels like ass. I ♥ you, though.

tiff said...

I recommend a botttle of Maker's Mark for these kinds of troubles, but whatever works for you I suppose.

Just shut that do' and move on, sistah.

Mojo said...

I remember the post you wrote about the pre-dawn runs in Sterling with the giant inflatable ubercreepy Santas and Apache along to ward off the evil spirits...

I could be wrong, 'cos I'm just guessing, but seems like the junk drawer was a lot junkier then than it is now.

But, JC, if there's anything you are not it's a loser. Or a quitter. And any time you need reminding of that, you just let me know.

For reals.

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