I’m sick. I’ve been sick for a few days but today it knocked me out. Last week was a bit of a wash and I’m scared this week will be too. I had to skip today’s run. Maybe I can start tomorrow. I have given up my internal fight against being sick and against losing my death grip on my run schedule. I’m just going to go with the flow and hope it turns out ok by the end of this week.
I’m tired and I can’t think too straight. Good thing school hasn’t started yet. Oh wait… Yep, tis the season… when full time work + marathon training + grad school combine in a giant A bomb of fun. Sprinkle in unreasonable toddlers and it’s a party. It’s making me pretty bummed over marathon training. Like I said a million times last year, when things get rough, running is always the first thing on the chopping block. It can’t be school or the toddlers, after all.
Only 60 days left til the marathon. Instead of dreading that timeline I’m actually relieved. All I can think of right now is that in 60 days this will all be over, for better or for worse. I really shouldn’t judge the marathon based on the last however many days of training and being sick though. I’m sure there will be an upswing again. *fingers crossed*