Traditionally, Labor Day is celebrated by most Americans as the symbolic end of the summer. The holiday is often regarded as a day of rest and parties.
I see the words rest and parties in there, but I do not see the word work. Lately, I’ve noticed something ironic about this little holiday we call Labor Day. Has anyone else noticed that Labor Day is riddled with sales? And the people who actually need a day off are stuck working? I am not talking about me by any means, trust me. I complain about work all the time, but I don’t work that hard
Don’t get me wrong, most people do get labor day off, but it’s not the people who work their ass off to make minimum wage. I am mainly talking about the people who work in retail, the food industry, and the service industry. To me, Labor Day has become a day where the “high rollers” get to take advantage of the people who work the hardest. They go out to shop the sales, eat lunch/dinner, and get their hair done.
This holiday really makes me appreciate the people who work in the service/retail/restaurant industry. Have you ever heard of Chick-fil-A? (They make really good chicken sandwiches by the way).
"Admittedly, closing all of our restaurants every Sunday makes us a rarity in this day and age. But it’s a little habit that has always served us well, so we’re planning to stick with it.
Our founder, Truett Cathy, wanted to ensure that every Chick-fil-A employee and restaurant operator had an opportunity to worship, spend time with family and friends or just plain rest from the work week. Made sense then, still makes sense now."
I think we should be more like Chick-fil-A.
My goal is not to offend anyone, but I really think they we take advantage of these people, weather we mean to or not. I know I do. I don’t mean to, but it happens.
Did you have to work today?
In reality, my point is that I really didn’t want to work today.
I had to get up at 5 AM on a holiday to run before work, so I wasn’t a happy camper. I gotta pay the bills though!
Distance: 11 miles
Average Pace: 7:33 per mile
At 5 AM on a holiday, Tuscaloosa is a complete ghost town. Over the course of 11 miles, I saw at most 5-10 cars. I didn’t see one runner, one walker, or even one person that was not in a car. I felt like I was running through the wilderness. I guess everyone was still sleeping, which is exactly what I wanted to be doing.
For being in a really sour mood, I had an absolutely amazing run. I ended up running 3 miles to warm up, 5 miles at GMP (Goal Marathon Pace), which for me is 7:15, and then another 3 miles back to my apartment to cool down. I had planned on an easy run, but after 3 miles, I knew I had plenty of gas in the tank to fun a few faster miles.
As the marathon draws closer, I want to start incorporating more miles at my goal pace. I want this pace to feel natural and not so foreign on race day. I want to be able to quickly settle into a comfortable pace, so I don’t have to worry about making up time later in the race. I also don’t want to start out too fast and end up burning out a few miles from the finish. I just want to find a happy medium.
Today, I found that happy medium. That happy medium feels great