I knew when the kids got sick the week before Christmas, it wasn’t a question of “if” but “when” I would get sick. I did so well. I lasted so long. I nursed them back to complete health, and then…
…the day before Christmas Eve, I started to feel it. I ran Christmas Eve and still did my workout. Christmas Day, I managed to run a mile, but chose not to do my daily workout.
Friday, I ran again but did not do my workout; I should have taken a break. I took an epic nap at my mother-in-law’s house and thought I might feel better the next day. Instead, I coughed all night. Breathing felt awful on Saturday morning, and I decided to finally listen to my body. I didn’t run nor did I do my workout. I still felt awful all day at my parents’ house as we celebrated our Christmas. Come Sunday, I chose to rest again.
I woke up today feeling mostly human. I ran this morning and did just over half of my workout. It’s going to take a few days for me to find my breath and endurance and strength.
While I didn’t complete the full RunStreak, I count listening to my body as a Win. There was a time, not too long ago, when I wouldn’t stop even when I knew I needed to. I’ve come a long way, baby.
Monday, December 22, Day 26: 1.01 miles, 9:30, 9:23/pace
Tuesday, December 23, Day 27: 1.01 miles, 9:42, 9:37/pace
Wednesday, December 24, Day 28: 2.05 miles, 19:13, 9:24/pace
Thursday, December 25, Day 29: 1.05 miles, 10:13, 9:46/pace
Friday, December 26, Day 30: 1.02 miles, 10:25, 10:10/pace
Saturday, December 27, Day 31: Sick.
Sunday, December 28, Day 32: Sick.
I think making it 30 days during the holidays while my family brought home The Sickness accounts for more a win than a fail, so I will continue running. I’ve activated my gym membership, a gift from my husband, and will begin some treadmill runs to start working on pacing for spring races.