The Snowmageddon-Inspired “Couchaholics” Are Pulled Off the Couch!
Snowmageddon hit this week, and it hit hard. For once, the weatherpeople actually got a forecast right, and we went from tolerably cold weather, to impassable roads and impossibly cold temperatures. Running can be hard enough on its own, but add in these logistical challenges, and things can get, well, sedentary. Annette and Deborah got so sedentary, they considered starting a new group — the Couchaholics! And like most clubs, they tried to pull others in, but the Skortaholics decided instead to pull them out!
On Valentine’s Day, several of us participated in training runs for the Run the Bluegrass half marathon — with a few of us running a 7 mile route and others running the entire course. I was among the group to run the whole course. I mention that because that was the last day I ran until the next Saturday. Yep, I held onto that awesome achievement all week. Why? Well, Snowmageddon 2015 struck Sunday night/all day Monday, and I was homebound. And I don’t own a treadmill.
I positioned myself, pretty firmly I might add, on the couch.During that week, I saw my running friends on Facebook running on treadmills and (gasp!) out in the below freezing and even below zero temperatures. Not me. I must say that I was shocked by how quickly and easily I embraced my new sedentary lifestyle. I am usually someone who does not stop: constantly running errands, working a full time job, cleaning house, taking care of pets, taking care of my child, marathon training, etc. That all just stopped on Monday.
Instead, I finished reading a book and started another, I played Words with Friends and Trivia Crack, I kept up with email, and I constantly checked Facebook and Instagram. Oh, and I ate, a lot. I was snowed in with a variety of “healthy” snacks: Pop Chips, kettle corn, and Cheetos Naturals. I know those sound very healthy, but believe it or not, they actually have calories. Who knew?
I also had my mother-in-law’s made from scratch chocolate cake with homemade peanut butter and chocolate icing. Great. No harm could possibly come from eating two slices of that each day. I allowed myself one slice in the morning and one in the evening; discipline is very important to me.
And if my daughter wanted a book read to her? Well, I just made her bring it to me (on the couch) and I read it. Dog needed to go outside? I could just ask my daughter to do it. This was slowly becoming “the life.”
What snapped me out of this life, this new way of thinking?The group texts that went wild. These ladies pulled me out of my slump and made me, begrudgingly, see the light. Of course, I tried to convince them I was in the right. I was going to start my own group, Couchaholics, and take up smoking. They would not hear of it! Instead, I had to dust myself off and get back to it. I braved the cold to hit the gym and the treadmill — Thursday and, after a series of more “encouraging” (they were actually pretty bossy!) texts, also on Saturday. Yep, I was fine.
So, what’s the point of this? Well, taking a break isn’t such a bad thing. And maybe, just maybe, we need some down time. It is OK to be a Couchaholic. For a little while.
But more importantly, surrounding yourself by awesome people who truly have your best interest in mind is essential. I’m so glad I’ve found MY people. And they don’t wear couches like accessory items. They wear skorts, running tights, bike shorts, Tri suits, sports bras, Ponya Bands, hard core running jackets, PRO Compression socks, Asics, Brooks, Athleta . . . And that stuff is sweaty. And they are strong. And they are strong enough to pull me off of that couch!
Oh yes, Annette is right, escaping the hold of the couch can be very difficult.
I know because, like Annette, I was glued to mine for over a week. In that time, I watched an entire season of “Orange is the New Black,” read, napped, and, of course, ate.
It is amazing how time just flew by. One minute I’d be reading a book and then, lo and behold, it would be time for a nap.
Of course, there were many excuses for staying on that couch: I have an injury, it is too cold to get up, I have a cold that will not go away, and the dogs need me!
It is warm on the couch. Have some chips, cake, and pizza.While the other ladies noticed that Annette needed encouragement, I tried to keep her right where she was. It reduced my guilt. Sorry Annette. I wanted company. I even tried to entice the other ladies to join me by offering bourbon. But, they didn’t take the bait. Instead, they pushed me along with Annette to get off that couch and brave the world again. It’s a good thing we surround ourselves with really strong women.
You know, it is okay to visit the couch. We need to listen to our bodies and take a break from time to time — whether planned or not. But when you do, just make sure to have an escape plan, or some really kickass women in your life! Like Annette, I went back to the gym, but I did bake some cookies too!
How have your friends helped to pull you out of a funk?
What’s the best way to motivate you when unexpected challenges interrupt your training?