AmbiBen pulled me aside and had a long heart to heart with me earlier tonight. As I've mentioned before, there's the ambien me and the regular me. We like to argue amongst ourselves about who's the smartest and who knows best for the other and (ultimately) both of us. I still say it's me.
We talked about many things. Again, some things are going to be kept in the vault. I just can't, but fak!!! He's right. I wish I'd listened to him.
Some of the other things we discussed were my ambitious (to me) running events I've signed up for the next several months. I've signed up for a 60k in 3 weeks, a Tushar 93k in 40 some days, a marathon in 60 some days to try to qualify for Boston, and ,the kicker, a hunnerd miler in Pine, AZ in September.
I've made the committment to finish these runs, stick to my scheduled workouts and try to improve my diet. I think the last part is the toughest. I'm off for the next 2 months, so the workouts - I've got all the time in the world, but this is a double-edged sword. Being off for all this times, allows me to eat quite a bit more than I normally would, and not in a good way.
Another thing we talked about is how I should finish reading that book I started several months ago. In my defense, I just found it after having misplaced it, so I'm going to. That's the most pleasant conversation we had.
Monday, June 13, 2016
Why is it so difficult to take good advice? Especially when you can only benefit from it...I think.
Recently, I was given a couple of pieces of some really good advice from a good friend of mine whose identity I will keep secret, but I will say he goes by the name Quadzilla because of his ginormous quads (obviously). As I was saying, he gave me some good advice a day or two ago. I'm not going to share what the advice was because I'm not ready to do so. Plus, I don't want to anyway. No, I don't.
Fast-forward a day or two later, and I didn't take the advice. Nevermind that when I accepted the advice, I was in LaLa land having had an adult beverage and my ambien. I'm not sure which Ben is the real one: AmbiBen at night or Ben during the day, so I'm not sure which of me took the advice. I'm guessing the smart me didn't because one of me is smarter than the other - I just don't know which one. I guess depending on which one you ask, I'll say I am.
I think I tend to dwell on things during those late nights battling insomnia. Last night was one of those such nights. I was debating why I didn't just do what he said, and I realized I was probably convincing myself that it wasn't a good idea. I know it's not too late to take it, but, knowing myself, I don't know that I'm smart enough to take it.
I guess there'll be plenty of time to explain why it fell on deaf ears later in the week when we'll be on a 3-4 hour bus ride to Mexico.