Last year, I wrote a column titled The Road To Marathon, where I made fun of the legend of how a marathon was named -- namely, because some young, strapping cabana boy keeled over dead after running the distance between Athens and Marathon to deliver news about a war.
This year, I'm on the road to recovery, and possibly once again, the road to marathon -- I'm contemplating a marathon in the fall of 2009, and as my elbow continues to heal, I'm all the more encouraged to kick some serious ass. It took a pretty bad fall and a month on my butt to encourage me to work harder than ever at fitness and health -- and while the past week has been one of too many calories and not enough workouts, I'm feeling really strong and healthy.
I've been given a green light from my doctor to get back to the yoga mat and the free-weights. I'm THRILLED. If I am one thing, it's slightly stubborn -- the quickest way to get me to do something is to tell me NOT to -- and not being able to lift for the past month (just little 8 lb hand weights!) made me want it more than ever.
Today has been all about cooking, cleaning and laundry -- all the staples to free up my life so that I have the free time (and peace of mind) to hit the gym without worry about the things I "should" be doing. The holidays always pose great food and drink problems, but I've stocked my fridge with some healthy options: home made chicken, barley & vegetable soup; quinoa chicken salad, and frozen turkey burgers... eggs and oatmeal... things that will nourish my body in long-lasting ways. The house is clean, the laundry is done, and the dishes are whirring away right now.
My exercise lately has consisted mostly of shoveling the huge piles of snow that has dumped upon us -- today, the paths are clear, and so is my head.
Off and running,