Monday:
Because I am off at the Cheder I thought I would get a run in today. Unfortunately, I came down with a head cold and feel like crap. I missed Simcha Beis Hashoeva with my students because I was in bed and asleep by 5pm. This was meant to be the week I start my big training block for Black Canyon 100K.
Tuesday:
I still feel terrible but made myself run. I thought I might get 8 easy miles done, but ended up getting 4 done. And that felt so hard. I was exhausted when it was done. I had to take Enzo to run an errand and after I went back to bed and slept all afternoon. I got up and made dinner and went back to bed by 6pm. I was asleep by 7pm.
Wednesday:
I barely made it to work. I came home from teaching, ate lunch and went back to sleep. Hank and I have a strong nap game at this point. I am meant to run with Hayley at 3pm. I set my alarm for 2pm. At 2:45pm I am still trying to fully wake up. I text Hayley and she is on her way so I have to get up. We run 5 easy miles. It is so freaking hot. I feel okay during the run, but my head starts to hurt. I think that run almost killed me. Well not really, but probably not great for my cold. I was exhausted. I told everyone that dinner was not my problem. Took a shower, ate something and went to bed for the night.
Thursday:
Still feeling like crap. The head cold part isn't so bad, it’s that I feel exhausted all the time. I decide not to run. I need to get better and running a few miles at this point isn't doing anything to help me. It is stressing me out to be getting nothing done, but I am trying to be thankful that I have this week off from the Cheder and can sleep as much as I need to get better. I am also frustrated that I am not training this week. I know it is just one week, but I feel like it is always just one week. I feel like it happens over and over again. For whatever reason a week goes to shit because of things not running related at all.
Friday:
I wake up, have coffee and eat breakfast, answer a few emails and this exhausts me. I feel really bummed that I won't be able to run Cave Creek Thriller this week. It’s one of my favorite races. I rest for a bit before heading out to grocery shop. It’s a bleak situation around here. I manage to stay awake all day and sleep like shit. I am glad to be feeling better, but I am missing the deep dark pass out sleep of the cold medicine.
Saturday:
Still sick! I’m not feeling tired but I the cold has settled into my chest. I am taking another rest day. Which isn't so difficult because I am exhausted. I didn't sleep well, but when I did sleep I had the weirdest dream. Norm says I have to write about it so here it is:
I dreamed that I ran an OTQ. I was so happy, but after crossing the finish line I was handed a bill for $147. Until I pay this bill my results would not be released. Things I was being fined for were being moody at the first aid station and not following Shabbat strictly.
Sunday:
I thought I would get a run in today, but instead I feel like I am getting worse not better. I spent the evening working on my training plan and going over the plan for Desert Solstice with Norm. And also a little crying about how I only have 8 weeks to get race ready.
Because I am off at the Cheder I thought I would get a run in today. Unfortunately, I came down with a head cold and feel like crap. I missed Simcha Beis Hashoeva with my students because I was in bed and asleep by 5pm. This was meant to be the week I start my big training block for Black Canyon 100K.
Tuesday:
I still feel terrible but made myself run. I thought I might get 8 easy miles done, but ended up getting 4 done. And that felt so hard. I was exhausted when it was done. I had to take Enzo to run an errand and after I went back to bed and slept all afternoon. I got up and made dinner and went back to bed by 6pm. I was asleep by 7pm.
Wednesday:
I barely made it to work. I came home from teaching, ate lunch and went back to sleep. Hank and I have a strong nap game at this point. I am meant to run with Hayley at 3pm. I set my alarm for 2pm. At 2:45pm I am still trying to fully wake up. I text Hayley and she is on her way so I have to get up. We run 5 easy miles. It is so freaking hot. I feel okay during the run, but my head starts to hurt. I think that run almost killed me. Well not really, but probably not great for my cold. I was exhausted. I told everyone that dinner was not my problem. Took a shower, ate something and went to bed for the night.
Thursday:
Still feeling like crap. The head cold part isn't so bad, it’s that I feel exhausted all the time. I decide not to run. I need to get better and running a few miles at this point isn't doing anything to help me. It is stressing me out to be getting nothing done, but I am trying to be thankful that I have this week off from the Cheder and can sleep as much as I need to get better. I am also frustrated that I am not training this week. I know it is just one week, but I feel like it is always just one week. I feel like it happens over and over again. For whatever reason a week goes to shit because of things not running related at all.
Friday:
I wake up, have coffee and eat breakfast, answer a few emails and this exhausts me. I feel really bummed that I won't be able to run Cave Creek Thriller this week. It’s one of my favorite races. I rest for a bit before heading out to grocery shop. It’s a bleak situation around here. I manage to stay awake all day and sleep like shit. I am glad to be feeling better, but I am missing the deep dark pass out sleep of the cold medicine.
Saturday:
Still sick! I’m not feeling tired but I the cold has settled into my chest. I am taking another rest day. Which isn't so difficult because I am exhausted. I didn't sleep well, but when I did sleep I had the weirdest dream. Norm says I have to write about it so here it is:
I dreamed that I ran an OTQ. I was so happy, but after crossing the finish line I was handed a bill for $147. Until I pay this bill my results would not be released. Things I was being fined for were being moody at the first aid station and not following Shabbat strictly.
Sunday:
I thought I would get a run in today, but instead I feel like I am getting worse not better. I spent the evening working on my training plan and going over the plan for Desert Solstice with Norm. And also a little crying about how I only have 8 weeks to get race ready.
Hank helping me nap. I wish I was as comfortable as him!
