Some days you just need a break. And I’m not talking about a rest day, but a total break from running, blogging, and whatever is consuming your life. That day was yesterday. Saturday’s 18 miles wasn’t hard on my physically, I mean I had the expected rubbery legs, but I wasn’t gimping back to the car. But for some reason, it wore me out. I don’t if it was navigating on crappy pavement, or navigating through town because we got lost, or the traffic and the constant stop and go at the lights, but whatever it was, it was draining. Weird thing was, I felt fine after the run, but that declined as the day worn on.
As I requested, my cat let me sleep in until my eyes popped open at 7am. I was STARVING! So, the husband took me out to the local diner and then I was exhausted again. By 9am, I was in my pajamas and back in bed. Woke up around noon to go to my mom’s for lunch. Ate. Came home and watched TV in bed. Eat, sleep, pee, repeat. I had no desire to put on my shoes to run in the gorgeous almost perfect running weather and I had no guilt about it at all.
This morning I was up at 4am to go to boot camp. After stumbling to the bathroom with a tweaked out back, I decided to skip boot camp to go back to sleep. I guess all that sleeping did something to my back and now I’m walking like Quasimodo. So, the break continues until tomorrow’s track workout.
After 14 weeks of training (minus the time off for the calf), I guess you just get tired. I’m so glad that we are in a recovery week because mentally, I need it.