One of the most annoying elements of alcohol consumption, for me, at least, is the insomnia. I recall vividly the first morning two years ago that I awoke at a totally normal time, rather than the then-standard 2:35am. Now, those who know me well are likely already aware that I have struggled with insomnia for eons anyway, but alcohol certainly made it more predictable. Pretty much irrespective of how much I drank (even on the “good”–single glass–nights), I would wake up around 2:35 and stay awake for about two hours.
Thinking…or something approximating thinking at any rate.
So, sobriety brought with it this really cool thing where most nights, anxiety-riddled ones not withstanding, I would sleep from 11:30 or so (falling asleep tends to take a good while) until at least 5:30. This is a Good Thing.
Last night, however, was not Good, in so far as even without alcohol, I was awake…more or less…for hours last night. So, I am a bit more befogged today than I would prefer, but the serial jumps my brain was taking indicates that Ms. Hyperactivity is awakening at home, which is Good. I wasn’t worrying or thinking especially clearly, but I was in that unfortunate space between asleep and awake, and I was completely aware of that the whole time. I can only assume that the caffeine intake late in the day did me in.
Or, perhaps that I went to bed irritated. I know better, of course, than to do so, because trying to sleep while annoyed is even more difficult than sleeping while intoxicated.
Here’s what got me riled: As I mentioned, I have decided to run the Seattle marathon. Why Seattle? Well, mostly just because, but also because (go ahead, laugh at me) my running shirt says “City of Seattle Marathon,” and it just seems right. Other positives? I’ve never been there, and I’ve long wanted to visit, but I recognize that I won’t necessarily be in the mood to traipse around the natural sites that G and I would normally visit on such a quest (like, wandering up a mountain). And the city offers plenty of non-hiking things to do in the time we would be there. Confession: I did not discuss with G my goal before setting it, a stupid mistake, so I know I need to be flexible on the matter.
G, on the other hand, wants me either to run locally or he wants to go to Kona, HI. Now, I’d like to go to Kona someday as well, but I’d really rather not do it when I probably will want to do anything other than, say, climb a volcano. I really want to climb the volcano, I do; I just realize that will probably not exactly go hand-in-hand with 26.2 miles or 13.1, for that matter.
I’m not really sure what the opposition to Seattle is…and I didn’t ask. Nope, I just got peevish because he’s mucking with my goal. So, the task for tonight is to fess up and work with G to find a place of mutual amusement for next November. You know, together and stuff. I am so terrible about this.
Maybe I’ll sleep better afterward.
Training is going reasonably well–>did 40 minute runs yesterday (remember, we’re in week one–give me time) and today in the neighborhood between 5:20 & 6:00 am. Fortunately, the weather is cooperating and it is quite warm (hooray!), and the switch to a white sweatshirt does seem to make me substantially more visible (hey, a Yeti!) Did yoga last night to stretch the limbs before bed, since I am clearly starting to head toward that field of old I’ve heard so much about. Will run again tomorrow and spin on Thursday morning, then rest on Friday.
So, all is well, generally. And, as for the goal-setting, even if November has to change, there is this other marathon in Seattle in June….