when i’m not running, i think about the fact that i’m not running. a sour twinge of guilt washes over me each time i think about it.
it’s a drizzly, cold december weekend in brooklyn. while i would normally just up and go to the gym, i have no desire to go today–twinge.
i have to give myself a bit of a break though. i’m coming off of having been extremely ill–i passed out on the floor just two weeks ago!
i haven’t been completely inactive. once i felt better last saturday, i pushed all of my courage into a pile, laced up, and went out for a run. i ran with mild caution throughout. in the middle of the run, i felt a little pukey and had to stop for a few seconds to collect myself. surprisingly, i ended up running a sub 30 5k. the following thursday, i went to my regular spin class at the gym and felt pretty good. i gave it 80%. not bad.
this afternoon, todd and i peered grimly out the windows of our apartment at the outside world getting rained upon. for a hot moment, we thought about running outside in the rain, but after seeing that the cars down below had their windshield wipers on at their highest settings, we decided to nix the idea.
fine. no running today. twinge.
but you know…i have to remember that i didn’t run for 37 freaking years! it took me no time to become a runner, mid-life. i guess taking two weeks off from running isn’t the end of the world.
in the meantime, the world has a billion other things to offer.