About a week ago I started to feel like I was getting ill—I felt a little run down, and my throat was hurting. So what did I decide to do? I decided to run the Holiday Half Marathon in Pomona. I have never missed a race I signed-up for, and I wasn’t about to start with this race when I wasn’t laid flat on my back with something. I have a feeling that all my running friends would agree: Not dead? Run the race.
I will admit that I didn’t feel sick during the race. My time, 2:20:43, was my best yet for such a hilly course, but it was after the race that I should have taken the time to recover. The race was on Sunday, and the next morning, despite the fact that I had sore muscles from the 13.1-mile course, and I was feeling a little under the weather, I was at Crossfit at 6 AM for my first workout of the week. In fact, when my coach heard that I had run a half marathon the morning before, he asked, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be taking a rest day?” I laughed and told him I was fine—after all I must know best what my body is capable of, right?
So, you would think I would finally listen to my body for Wednesday, right? But, no. My not-so-bright thought was that Crossfit was not open at 6 AM on Thursdays, so I needed to tough it through one more workout before a rest day was warranted. What I failed to take into account was that I not only woke up at 5 AM to get to Crossfit, but I had a full-day of work in addition to two afternoon/evening meetings that would not have me home before six that night. And while I did take Thursday as a non-workout day, I was right back at Crossfit on Friday before the sun had barely come over the mountains.
I ended up coming home sick later that day, and here I sit miserably on the couch instead of having breakfast with my friend, instead of playing with my kids, and instead of getting my much needed Christmas shopping done. Now I am sure that many of you are thinking that I deserve to finally be relaxing on the couch after such a busy year of work, exercising, and parenting. It would actually be ideal except for the fact that I am so sick that for most of the day I could not even lift my head off the pillow due to what I am assuming is a migraine due to exhaustion. If I am going to relax, I want to watch movies, read books, play with my kids…anything other than what I was able to do for most of today: sleeping and praying my head would just stop pounding.
This blog is dedicated to my friend Tony, also know as Endorphin Dude, who will soon be finishing Marathon #52 of the year. Kudos to you my friend for running all 51 (soon to be 52) despite great physical pain at times, but hoping you will take a little well deserved rest and relaxation in the new year. To give to Tony's charity, please click here: For Chewbacca's Furry Friends