you know that feeling of invincibility that the post marathoning runner gets, just after they finish a GBA marathon? It seems like 40 miles a week is "so do-able" and "why not just go out and do a 16 miler as a run because it's a Tuesday and I can..."?
Well I do.
And that is so not where I'm at right now.
I lost my run.
Or it lost me.
We lost each other.
MIA? or AWOL? It's hard to say.
Somewhere in all the kleenex and Dr's appointments reminder cards and balled up wrapping paper and piles of trash produced by Christmas... my run was accidentally thrown away. I mean, I'm not sure that's what happened. I think that it's a possibility though. I had my run a few days before Christmas, and then BAM! it was gone.
Just like that?
Just. Like. That.
Seriously though, I've caught a cold that has moved into an upper respiratory infection... viral, they say... though do they really know? no. they don't. but that's what they say. So, I'm completely incapable of drawing a pain free running breath.
I can breathe fine, if I'm laying on the couch. Under a blanket. After a nap. But any exertion on my part results in severe tiredness and paleness, and some coughing that is... awesome.
And yea, it's way past my bedtime, but I'm awake. You know why?
Well, it's probably the lack of run.
Or the 4 hours of naps I took today... after sleeping till 10ish.