First of all... this cold weather STINKS. I am seriously over the past two weeks of frigid temperatures. I hate going to bed (with my thermastat set on 71, mind you) wearing sweat pants, a long sleeve shirt, and a sweatshirt. I hate that the majority of my weekly runs are in the dark. I spent about 2 hours yesterday, bundled up under a quilt watching a No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain marathon (ugh.. don't even get me started on the crappy NFL playoff games this weekend) trying to figure out if I could sell my place and move to an island in the Caribbean, how long I could live off the proceeds. Sometimes, I think I forget that I'm an adult. That means I can make these type of decisions, now. If I want to move to a sunny, tropical oasis and become a waitress, I can do that. And right now... that is sounding pretty damn good.
See all this negative energy? I've been in a funk all weekend. When I'm cold, I'm grumpy and I don't want to do anything. This cold weather has essentially sent me into hibernation mode. And as such... my running and working out has suffered as well. But today... today I will start to get back on track. (Nevermind that I slept in this morning).
Another thing is that I'm running this little Ultra this weekend... and while I'm super excited to go down to Memphis and spend the weekend with April, I'm not so excited to actually run the race. Like... not excited at all. Ever since I got into the race and neither of my other friends did, I've been kinda bummed about it and I haven't put in the time on the trails like I should have. I'm anticipating this race to absolutely, positively suck ass. So... I can't really say I'm all that excited about it. I'm just ready to have it over with and to get back on track training for Big Sur.
So, there's your dose of the Monday Morning Blahs. Hopefully all I need is a Monday night 9 miler to shake me out of this funk.