After
my kickass week, this week was a little... less kick ass. Actually it was quite the opposite and involved me waking up around 2 am on Wednesday morning dripping with sweat and shivering. Helllooooo, fever! After downing some Tylenol PM and forgetting to turn off my alarm, I was awoken at 6:30 am by my iPhone, urging me to go to the gym and run 5 miles. HA. Did not happen. Emailed my manager and fell back asleep. Slept on/off all day checking my Blackberry in a panic and responding to emails (was not a good day to be out. I'd like to say I got a good amount of rest (I did), but I was sleeping whilst stressed which is never good.
The rest of the week wasn't much better. Although my fever subsided (thank gawd - achiness is the
worst), I've been fighting fatigue and a complete lack of energy. Needless to say, I didn't follow my training schedule at all. In fact, it wasn't until Friday morning that I hit the gym for a quickie 3 mile run at 1.0% incline (surprisingly
much harder than 0.5%). Saturday I revisited Prana for a super sweaty hot yoga session only to learn that their heater wasn't working. I was quite disappointed as it was positively frigid outside, and my muscles desperately needed to be warmed up.
Today was my scheduled long run of 9.0 miles. Needless to say, it didn't go quite as I expected. Because the forecast called for a windchill in the single digits, I knew I'd have to complete my run on the treadmill. I had hoped to watch Bones via my Netflix app on my iPhone, but then I discovered that my gym doesn't have wifi. Grr. I still had my iPod, but it did little to pep me up. Each mile felt like torture, and at any point I could've hopped off and passed out in moments. I felt exhausted. I have no idea how those 9 miles got done (very,
very slowly with lots of water/walking breaks). I felt a small boost of energy after I took my Gu at mile 4.5, but it died quickly. Worst. Run. Ever.
On top of that, I found it nearly impossible to walk after my run. I crawled home, up my stairs, pulled on my compression socks and a bag of frozen peas and collapsed into bed. It took at least an hour for me to work up the energy to get into the shower. I'm still not feeling 100%. I may not even be feeling 50% to be perfectly honest.
All this has me quite down. I know my body is telling me to slow down, but it's so hard. Less than one month until I'm supposed to run 13.1 miles on an incredibly hilly course in Austin. I've no idea how I'm going to do that. Nonetheless, I must listen to my body, and when it urges me to slow down, I will attempt to listen.
Part of listening involves something that I'm actually quite enjoying about my training - being
lame. I actually abhor the word "lame," as it does not at all describe my current behavior. That behavior consists of
not going out, getting wasted, stumbling home and spending the next 24 hours dying of a hangover, eating greasy food and trying not to throw up. When I first moved here, I went out
a lot. And it was fun! It was very fun. But I was new to the city, trying to make new friends and get acclimated. I also wasn't working full-time and training for a Half-Marathon. I've always thought "going out" was overrated, and at this point, I have absolutely no desire to. A New Year's Eve party or an occasional outing? Sure! Dinner and drinks?
Oui, I LOVE doing that kind of stuff. But going to bars/clubs? They are fun on special and rare occasions and not at all an activity in which I should be indulging at this time.
Unfortunately, most people my age don't agree with me, and it's quite annoying trying to explain myself and listen to people call me "lame." It reminds me of my life in Austin and my lack of friends with similar interests and values. Why is it
not okay for people my age to not get wasted all the time? I feel like such a freak sometimes, but then I remember what I'm not missing out on, and I'm fine. My dear roomie whom I love and adore actually said to me, "How can you NOT go out at all this weekend?" (Then again, she's 22 so yeah... whole 'nother ballgame.) Ugh. Get over it, people.
Ok, I'm done complaining. Here's to hoping for a better week all around.
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