After feeling exhausted yesterday and taking a two-hour nap instead of doing 50 minutes of cross-training, then feeling very nauseous for nearly two hours at work this morning before finally eating some Cheerios and making a triumphant comeback to later stomach my lunch, I’ve decided to skip my planned three-mile run tonight.
That was the world’s longest, most convoluted excuse. I stand by it.
Friday (housewarming party) and Saturday (friend’s birthday dinner party) were both late nights, and Saturday-day (4.5 mile run) and Sunday-day (go-karting for my big bro’s birthday) were energy-sucking. My allergies have been acting up (hello, spring!) and I’ve felt more miserable today than I have since my last major illness (which, ick, was not all that long ago).
As much as I hate to skip tonight’s run, I’d rather recover a bit and give my all the rest of this week’s workouts than overextend myself tonight and then half-ass the whole week.
Healthy dinner. Early to bed. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. That’s the plan!
Dev on Running 