Sitting in FUNK-y Town

I get in funks often ( a bit too often for my liking). Usually I'm over-trained, over-scheduled, over-everything, and they usually happen when I'm due for a rest day anyway. After a day or two off, some extra rest, and a glass or tow (or heck, maybe a bottle) of wine, I'm golden. I firmly believe in sweating bad moods out.

But the past couple of weeks, I can't shake it. Normally, I would just go ahead and get out the door no matter what, but it's like the inner drive is gone. I feel lost. I don't know what it's like to not have that inner drive. Am I burned out? Maybe. Not from training, though. Just burned out on everything. I've been "on" basically every day since May 1st if not before. "Off" time is a luxury right now it seems. It's definitely vacation time, and vacation time isn't even on the calendar right now. I need to get out of the funk though.

Here's my plan:

Take the holiday weekend off. If I get runs in, great. If not, whatever. Tuesday starts the "working out even if every cell in your body doesn't want to" phase.

Share with me how you get out of your funks.

Memorial Day Slow Down

Since my last post, I actively thought about turning my blog into the "Chronicles of a Wimpy Mom". I wish I could explain the lack of energy I have, or the amount of time it takes me to do anything. Even though I sometimes get frustrated or disappointed at the turtle pace I currently call "normal", I realized this weekend, I needed this "slowing down"; not just for my body or for my family, but to bring some quiet into my mind and soul.

This past weekend, Memorial Day weekend, my family and I experienced something we rarely come across in our hustle and bustle days: full days of nothing, no plans, just leisure time. Normally weekends are filled with cleaning, parties, work, gigs, plans, friends, family, you name it. This weekend: just days filled with morning coffee, naps, movies, play outside, a picnic, and plenty of ice cream.

Don't get me wrong, I did actually miss going out for 7:00 or 8:00 a.m. runs on Sunday and Monday, but physically, I knew even a spirited walk had the potential to wipe me out for the entire day. I did not want to miss an entire day propped up in bed again. I opted for days filled with bliss instead. Days that floated along magically, it seemed, that brought smiles to the four of us. Smiles on our lips and smiles in our souls.