But... I'm Baaaacccckkk!
Yes! They thought I was down and out; they thought I was through; they thought I was quitting....
Who the hell are "they"??? NOBODY! I'm making it up as I go.
But.... I did wander in from the trenches on Wednesday with a terrible, awful, no-good sickness: high temperature, aches all over, and nausea. I went to bed at 9 pm and didn't wake up again until 2pm the next day. My usual running day is Thursday, but Thursday was "I am sick" day and no amount of chicken soup could recoup my energy or my equilibrium. On the couch I stayed.
Miraculously, I felt 100% this morning! Off to work with me! And when I got home, I laced up the new shoes (which are divine, I must say) and hit the treadmill. Oy! You know, just one missed day (which is not so bad because the program builds in a break between workouts) really takes a bit of wind out of the sails, if you know what I mean. When I ran that one by Steve, he had to tell me not only that he knew what I meant, but then I had to hear a litany of how he's older than me and man has he the experience of age to tell me how I'll experience aging. You know.... sort of "one-upsmanship" every time I have any health issues. It's not that I want validation, but sheesh, I'd like to have my own aches and pains and maybe even a teeeny tiny bit of sympathy. But nooooooo.... if I've "got it," then he's "had it" worse or longer or more painfully than I did or do or will. Men? You think? Dunno. But it was funny... We were sitting on the front porch today (it was 75 or more and LOVELY, like summer) and I think I mentioned about some twinge or pain or something, and right away he started to say how he had the same.... and then... he STOPPED himself and looked at me and said, "yeah, I guess I do that." Meaning... he does that one-upsmanship thing. Well, I guess noticing is the first step. I'm sure we all do it; I'm sure I do it. I'll just be more careful, too.
Meanwhile, back at the corral, I was strapping on my shoes and hitting the treadmill. And it was HARD today. Today was Week Seven, Day 2. And that meant.... 25 minutes of uninterrupted jogging. It was the third time I did this gig, and I thought that meant I'd be into it, no sweat. But somehow, whether it was the break of one extra day between workouts or being sick yesterday, I struggled to finish. BUT... FINISH I DID!!!!
Let's face it. I'm not WINNING the 5k... I'm just going to be able to THINK that I can sign up for a 5k. Seriously, I'm just jogging and jogging with slow, deliberate strides. I'm trying to avoid looking at the time left or anything to do with the ticking of that 25 minutes. I do so love when the dear voice says, "half way." So cheerful and seductive. I"m almost screaming, "OMG... it's only half way" but the other side of my personality is screaming, "Yipppppeeee! Half way!" I think, over all, I'm a glass half full kinda gal. Gal? Did I just type "gal"? Omg... I'm going to be drummed out of NOW, aren't I?
Since I'm "off" my days, I've decided to get up early on Sunday and run before we head off to Boston for a little Easter gig with the kids. I just don't see myself waiting all the way 'til Tuesday (when we'll be back late Monday night). That would be harsh re-starting and I don't want to do that again. I'll just get on the treadmill about 7 a.m. and off by 7:45 and hit the showers and we can leave the casa at about 8:30 a.m., if I'm all organized the night before -- and why not?
It's not that I "like" this running thing. No. It's more that I'm stubborn and when I commit to something, I commit. Sometimes it's fleeting, but usually if I get to the point where I'm in the Stubborn Zone, I can follow through for a long time. For example, they put a candy machine in the faculty room at SMJHS and I vowed never to buy candy. And I never did. Not once in 20 years. I committed to it, and I stuck to it. The same goes for McDonalds in Rutland. Never been in the McD's here and never plan to be in either one. Yeah, we have 2 in Rutland. Odd for a state where we don't have a McDonalds in the capital city of Montpelier. And we only have three Starbucks (I think it's still only 3) in the entire state, and they are all in Burlington. None in Rutland, although we're always hearing rumors. Anyway... I won't be eating at McDonalds in Rutland, but if they add a Starbucks, yeah, I'm IN! See? Stubborn! which is what's keeping me running. I said I would do it, and I am. No stops, no weenie moves, no half-assed attempts. I haven't missed a session yet, even with being sick yesterday, I'm still aiming to finish Week 7 while I'm still actually IN Week 7.