I wasn’t able to do much running last week, thanks to the bubonic plague that my dear husband so sweetly and generously passed along to me. (Thanks, honey!) I still have a sporadic cough that rears its ugly head out of the clear blue, leaving me suddenly sputtering and choking, but other than that, I think I’m going to live.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I headed out for a run yesterday evening. Being sick always leaves me with that weak-as-a-kitten feeling, not terribly conducive to a nice, long run. I figured I’d take it slow, listen to my body, and stop if I really needed to.
I ran on the trail at the park I mentioned during one of my first runs, when I nearly collapsed and felt like I couldn’t do it. I felt much stronger this time. I was able to focus on the scenery around me and notice how pretty it is, and I even watched the sunset along the treetops. If it wasn’t such a pain to get my phone out of the arm band, I would definitely have taken a picture. Next time.
I ended up covering 8 miles, which was my goal for the evening, but the last 3 miles or so were really a struggle. It was funny, once I left the trail and hit the sidewalk and was running along the side of the road, I just wasn’t feeling it anymore. I had to force myself to keep going. Maybe I am a trail runner at heart.
I will hit some weights this evening, then who knows. I am one of the lucky people living in the path of Hurricane Michael, which apparently wants to stomp all over us. Our crappy utility company can’t keep the power on during a bright, clear, sunny day, so I guarantee we will lose power as soon as the storm starts and won’t get it back on for a few days. My gym is closing today and won’t reopen until sometime after the storm, so without power or a gym, and not being sure the roads will be safe to run on even when the storm is over, I’m not certain what to do about workouts. I will take it one day at a time and do my best.
See you after the storm!
Sweat & Sparkle 