While I was sick, I was mostly thinking about all of the things I would rather be doing than laying on my couch watching reality TV. I found myself desperately missing my biweekly yoga classes. In Wisconsin, I was thinking about how much fun it is to spend time with the BOY, reading, fishing and playing games. And I appreciated not feeling the stress of having to fit in a 90 minute BRICK during out weekend away.
By Monday, I had a few decisions to make…
Number 1- I have decided that I am not going to participate in a triathlon this summer. Last summer, I wasn’t able to fit in a tri and knew that but promised myself I’d make up for it this summer. Between my big test and wedding planning, spring has flown by. And after 2+ weeks of sickness, May has kind of been a workout wash : ( It is clear that I would be pushing and stressing to fit in a big race. I have always made the decision to only train for a race if I know that I have the time to train safely and have fun while doing it. Throughout the past few years, I have made numerous decisions about this, choosing to pursue professional goals over running a marathon and then choosing to do a race when life is less busy (or when the BOY moved into the library at the start of law school). I’m not sure if this is the right way to do things…I know plenty of people who seem to be able to do it all, but so far it has worked for me. I have run a few marathons, tri’s, and half marathons remaining relatively injury free and always finishing with a smile across my face. I hate to take two summers off in a row (I’ll feel like a newbie at my next race), but all of this just confirms that not doing a tri is the right decision for me…for right now.
Which leads me to Number 2– I need to quit the gym again! It’s true that I just joined this gym a year ago and I really like it. It has an indoor pool, awesome track, friendly staff, good classes, and a rock climbing wall that I still haven’t climbed. But it is not cheap and to be honest, I’m not going consistently. I am exercising most days a week, but it’s with my trainer, at the yoga studio, or outside on my bike or on the tennis courts. And I would much rather do that than run around the indoor track or sit on a spin bike. So it’s just not worth the money. Gym…I leave you with fond memories but may be back for your indoor tennis courts next winter : )
Speaking of tennis…Number 3 involves the fact that I blew off my trainer yesterday to go play tennis with the BOY. I had my yearly physical in the morning (my cholesterol rocks!) and then did a grocery store run. I was supposed to meet my trainer later in the day, but the BOY and I had a lot of returns to do so after our trip to the mall, we decided to play tennis. We showed up to find busy courts (apparently it was a meet up group). We were able to nab a court and attempted to play in the strong winds. We aren’t great players, so the wind just adds another element of fun and frustration. By our second game, I found my groove and ran my butt all over that court. We are a funny duo to watch attempt the sport because the BOY is an ex-volleyball middle hitter (who loves to charge the net and smash the ball down) and I am an endurance queen who runs all over the court (and can get to the ball most of the time surprising the BOY). Even with that, we had a blast playing for 90 minutes last night enjoying some sunshine and exercise before picking up PotBelly for dinner.
I planned to go for a run this morning, my first one since being sick, in order to test the running waters and make sure these new running shoes were a go. When my alarm went off, all I wanted to do was go back to bed and so I did…until Cooper stuck his nose in my ear and crawled into my arms for love. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I reminded myself how happy I would be that I got out this morning while I spent the rest of the day indoors at work. My first step revealed an achy right foot, but I didn’t think about it, got dressed and headed for the path. I had time to do about 4 miles. I immediately felt my lack of recent activity. I was slow (averaging around 9:30 miles) and struggled a bit, still congested and coughing with an overall feeling of fatigue. But my shoes seemed to be working and I LOVED being outside in the cool morning, and was even more excited to see a baby deer.
I returned home, pet Cooper (again), and got myself ready to go to work. Where my right foot continued to hurt and ache, getting worse throughout the day. Often, I take my shoes off at work padding around the mats and equipment in socks, but I was not able to tolerate it today. By the time, I returned home my foot was hurting REAL bad and continues to bother me. I am not sure if this is from playing a lateral sport like tennis in the wind in my running shoes, or running this morning, or because I don’t have the best feet. But no matter what the reason, it sucks.
So finishing up with my Number 4 thought is that I might not be able to run the Soldier Field 10 Miler this weekend. Even though I am back to work and getting back to exercise, I am somehow still not over this illness and this morning’s 4 mile run confirmed that I am not ready to rock out 10 miles. Very few times have I not participated in a race that I signed up for and I’ve done this race the past, like 5 years, and love it, but is it really worth it to push myself? What do I have to gain? And although my thought is that I will wake up pain free tomorrow and this sore foot thing will be a distant memory by Saturday…that just might not be the case. I think that the BOY and I will still spend some time downtown (maybe hit up the Green City Market?!), and I am still planning to ride Lake Shore Drive for Bike the Drive on Sunday, but I have warned my running buddy that I may not make our 10 Mile Coffee date on Saturday.
For now the only thing to do is to head to bed and see where tomorrow finds me, putting off decisions about this weekend until Thursday and crossing my fingers that my foot feels better (or that one of my coworkers can fix it)! And of course cheer for the hawks…go Blackhawks!
Anyone else got Tuesday Troubles?
How do you decide what races to do? Do you struggle to say no to races?