Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Funk

I'm in it. I'm tired. I'm lacking motivation to do the workouts that are on the schedule. I want to eat bagels and peanut butter. And sweedish fish. So I indulge in pretzels and garlic hummus and lots of sugarfree watermelon gum. like, LOTS.

The last week has been a whirlwind! I travelled from upstate NY to Cincinnati. Then Cincinnati to Effingham. And then drove mom from Effingham to the airport in St Louis...and then drove back to Effingham. And then Effingham back to Cincinnati, where I now sit.

And somehow, I've managed to train 15 hours. Which makes me feel like a failure because I think we had 24 hours on the schedule.

i need a job.

The problem is, I don't know what I want to do. Or where I want to live.

So, I went out for a run in the woods today to think about it. Some of my best thinking is done on runs. I started out thinking about the things I like to do...swim, bike, run, (duh) challenge the limits of the mind and body, motivate others, learn new things, calculate numbers and study statistics, discover and investigate, read, write...and that's where I got sidetracked. I was all "oh, maybe i can do some freelance writing..." which led to "dude, I should just write a book..." about??? "all the crazy ass men I've dated and the screwed up relationships in which I've been involved.."

I took a little trip down memory lane. Some of it was comical. And some of it was down right frightening. And a lot of it was heartwrecnching. But, man, you name the mental affliction, and I've probably dated it. I could devote a chapter to each:  "the married man", "the heroin addict", "the sociopath", "the pathological liar", "the man who couldn't stay away from strip clubs", "the control freak", "the guy with an 8th grade education (and no, he wasn't 12)", "the bi-polar", "the megalomaniac", "the people pleaser", "the i-have-to-leave-because-i-have-to-do-something-spectacular-before-i-turn-30...in 3 days", "the one who wanted to save me", "the disappearing act"... oh, and more than one fits into "couldn't keep it in his pants". That's not to say I haven't screwed up. Because there are also "the one that got away", "the really nice guy" and about 100 poor schmucks that never got a real chance because I was still trying to find my way back to reality from any one of the aforementioned assholes. I mean, my ex and failed marriage could literally be a prologue...

So, I'm entertaining the idea when I look up and see a black cat. In the middle of the trail. Seriously. If that's not a bad omen, I don't know what is! Sheesh. I can't cut a break. Like, the other day, I finally gained the motivation to go to the pool and do my workout. As soon as I put my cap and goggles on, little sprinkles fell from the sky. I got in 750 before they kicked us out for lightning. I got in my car, drove to mom's and parked in front of the garage...and realized I needed to allow room to get her car out in the morning because we had to leave by 4am. And I sure as hell didn't want to be playing musical chairs with vehicles at that hour. So, I backed up. Straight. into. a. huge. oak. tree! Now, I don't care about my car, but my bike rack was on the back. And it's now in like 8 pieces. Ack said "that sucks". Um, yeah, story of my life.

Not really. I have a pretty good life. I'm just having a rough time with the lack of stability. And having to be dependent upon other people for a place to sleep at night. And I want to go out and ride when I want to ride. and run when I want to run.Aand for however long I feel. But that's not what will make me faster. So i'm having an internal struggle. About a lot of things.

And as I was daydreaming again, having forgotten about the little kitty, I tripped on a root and got splayed across the trail, water bottle projected into the brush and all. It was about five minutes later I decided I was finito. And I took my sweat dripping ass home. or to my current crash pad.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow...you got a lot off your chest in that post. Hope your plans keep you in the Queen City.

Matty O said...

... Man I thought I had it rough, you have been through a lot. Typically I find one of the only constants in my life is my training and competing.

Hang in there, it will sort out. I will tell you where to NOT move... Cleveland haha, sucks up here and job outlook is not too happy either.

Good luck!

TRI-james said...

Don’t walk under any ladders! The book sounds like a fun read.

Ray said...

DAMN, is the funk going around?! If it wasn't for the escape of a run or ride...

Christi said...

I have been in a funk lately also! I know that doesn't help but blogging about it and running to clear your head will probably help.

Amanda said...

@Anon- yes, i write as an outlet. And i use my blog as an outlet. Occasionaly, i use sarcasm and humor (however not funny it may be) as outlets. Thanks for wanting me here...or...wait...do you just not want me coming to where you may reside? Ha ha!!
Btw, really dislike anonymous comments. Feel free to email me if you'd like to discuss in a private forum. Ahopelindsey@gmail.com

Court said...

Amanda, statcounter.com and disabling anonymous comments on blogger.com are both helpful.

Your knee looks like my mom's . . . only she just had a knee replacement!

I like your book idea. You've got a rough outline. Why not?! Go for it!

D10 said...

I think the case of the funks is definitely going around. You should start writing your book, I bet it would help raise your spirits as well as to help leave the past in the past and move forward with a fresh start.

Anonymous said...

Great post.

And and your dog looks like a demon dog in that last picture and it scared the hell out of me.

Corky said...

Wow , First time I have checked your blog in a while , shit , hang in there .
Hope everything works out for you , I'm sure it will !!!!! after all , you ARE a Rock Star !
As for me Lol , my foot told me to take the summer off , so back on the old Harley and just having fun .
Good Luck to you !