Today's training program called for 4 miles, as it usually does on Mondays. I thought I would be okay--I slept that wonderful deep sleep that comes from a certain nighttime-sniffling-sneezing-stuffy-head-fever-so-I-can-rest medicine. But when I hit the 'mill, I hit a wall. Don't know if it came from running later in the morning than I am used to (8 a.m. as opposed to 5:30), or maybe I still had some medicine in my system, but I only made it through three slow, painful miles. I felt it in my lungs this morning too so, being the rational person I am (okay, this ONCE I was rational), I decided to chop the run a mile short. I'll either make it up later in the week or I just won't--either way I've done the smart thing.
As an aside, Old Man Winter finally showed himself yesterday. It snowed non-stop from 3 p.m. until late in the evening (it was still coming down at 10 when I conked out). The girls had a blast in it, and now the sun is shining down bright and warm, so the roads have not been greatly affected. Now that's my idea of a good snow!
Happy running!
That picture is BEAUTIFUL!!!! It is 65 here. I would love to see some snow like that :) Good job on cranking out the three miles. You have to listen to your body!
ReplyDeleteWe were all ready for spring--it was in the upper 50s Saturday. Then BOOM! That's Virginia for you.
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