As for the run, it started out pretty well. I went onto the C&O trail to get some miles on the gravel. I kinda realized that the distance that I was running was going to be catching up to me when I had to turn around. At the 9.5 mile mark I turned around and realized the daunting task that was ahead of me. To give a description of the trail it's like Old Bell, if Old Bell was 5-10 miles long. It's just flat and straight. I took comfort in knowing that I had the canal on one side of me and the Potomac on the other. At least it was something different. I wasn't feeling great, and what I like to think is a small breakthrough is that I soldiered on. I really wanted to take a long break or hope that there were cars that would cross my path, but it never happened and I eventually was able to muster what I had left and got back to my place. The route that I take isn't that bad, and the trails provide much more scenery than what I get in Charlotte. After the run I took my first ice bath in a long time. I think I'm going to make it a Sunday tradition.
After doing some core and stretching I was very much in the mood to get some brunch, but after getting dressed I realized I really didn't want to walk half a mile to get some food. So I decided to stay in and make some pancakes and scrambled eggs. At the same time I was walking the tour de crash. Even though most of the riders are probably doing some sort of cheating, I'll still watch it regardless. After the race was over I decided to take a nap. I woke up at 1 and was going to read the lesson plans I received, but on a whim checked to see what was up with the soccer game. Needless to say I watched a pretty good game and while I wasn't thinking as clearly as I could, coming up from a nap, I was enthralled by what I was watching.
Some other highlights included a half hour fire alarm in my building, where myself and the other residents waited outside till the fire department came. Nothing really remarkable happened, so we went back inside. I figured that for my Sunday dinner I was going to try cooking up the enchiladas I bought a week ago. I put them in the oven and was a bit disappointed by how small they were. I took about 45 minutes to prep them and 5 minutes to eat them. Not my mom's enchiladas, so if anyone has any suggestions for a Sunday dinner for me to cook I'm open to it.
Going to get a good amount of sleep in, probably going to disregard watching Leverage and Curb tonight to do some last minute prepping. But tomorrow is going to be fun and excited. I would like to say that I'm nervous, but I don't feel it right now. I kinda have the impression that I'm an actor onstage preforming. But what I'm doing is something that is important, so I'm not diminishing it what I'm doing. I guess that's the analogy that I'm looking for. I am glad that I can leave at 4 tomorrow and don't have to worry about being there till 8 or 9.
This past week has lead to some eye opening revelations about myself and really how much better I can be at a lot of things. I've been thinking that this pd was something that I should have done when I was coaching. For the school to help me out and for myself to work with my assistants. It's something that could have been done in half a day, but it's something that provides cohesiveness, structure, and clearly expressed expectations. When I got handed the head coaching position it was like, here you go. No training in how to deal with anyone, no training in how to deal with conflict. I could coach the sport, but there were so many other little things that go into it. We did have a meeting of all coaches at a bar, but I felt that it was something that was a waste of time, and really glossed over things. I feel extremely confident in myself when it comes to returning to coaching that on the side of managing the business side I'm better prepared. I also feel that being away has given me a new perspective when it comes to learning new training styles, so I'm hoping that eventually that will come back. And it hit me today that right now in Asheville running camp is starting. One day I'll be back there. That's what I'm telling myself. I've got a lot of things to make right and I'm repairing them one day at a time.
The blog post isn't in reference to my dinner, but a line from a song a Bouncing Souls song. The same song that I took to title this blog!
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