Rockin' the Fauxhawk

For me it's a time for changes. I always joke about being borderline OCD but I am not sure if that's really true because every quarter (of the year) or so I need to change something up. Decoration in the house, my office, a new style of clothing, new hobby or in this case a new haircut.

Needing a haircut desparately, I convinced my housemate she needed one, too. While we went to the salon for her, I ended up walking out with my hair cut into a fauxhawk. What does this have to do with marathon training? Nothing and everything.

Ever since the half marathon my momentum , excitement and motivation have been lacking incredibly. I took my two week breather and am 1 1/2 weeks back into training. My 11 miler on Saturday was horrid and I almost vowed then and there to quit for good.

My health is great according to the doctor and she's pleased with my weight despite my higher ingestion of carbs these days- as long as I am still running.

I got up this morning undecided on when I would run my 6 miler, this morning or tonight. I hate that...I hate running at night because all day I it lurks. But lately I have been sleeping in, not waking up on my own at 4 or 5 am wanting to run. So I have been letting myself sleep. I ran this morning, later than usual but in plenty of time.

I just can't get that hardcore into it again. I'm struggling. Inside myself. The food is so good but it goes bye bye if I quit. I am not fixed. Right now, I'm stressed about anything you can list I got it. I'm struggling with my lack of motivation.

I put on my "Gonna Run 2.14.09" Austin Marathon shirt this morning and ran in it hoping that seeing it in the mirror would give me a boost and it did and my run was great. But I needed something more, a bigger change.

So, off went the hair- again, since I've been keeping it short for the last 10 years. But this time I let the stylist decide. I actually asked, told, instructed. Edgy, updated, new, different, please?

For the first time in years I actually wore a decent shirt to work, put on some makeup and fixed my hair. This weight loss and training have given me that, confidence. I bundled up and strutted down the hall. Looking probably a little silly to others, out of place to some, but to myself...I felt good. Renewed and I hope this feeling sticks as I take on my 12 miler on Sunday.