Week 3: The Flu

I should have expected that things were going to well. As is typical, my body had to throw me a curveball. This one was in the shape of a fever, cough, and generally feeling miserable. I’m glad this was planning to be a recovery week, so at least my muscles had time to recover from the added mileage. But this was definitely not what I had in mind. 

I often see or hear people talking about getting bored of running, or burned out, and in a funny way, I wildly wish I could relate to that feeling. Because the truth of it is, running always feels like something I hold tight to that is always slipping through my grasp. I never have even a whole year of running without something disrupting my efforts. 

With that said, I’m committed to rolling with these mishaps better in the future. Having patience with myself, doing what I can, and, honestly, wearing a mask more at work when kids are being germy or were approaching school breaks. 

Here’s this week’s training:

Even though it was a pretty atrocious week, coming home to bluebird skies and gorgeous green everywhere was a definite highlight. 

Next week’s plan is somewhat up in the air, as my lungs are still congested and I’m still very much recovering. But I’m hoping by Tuesday I’ll be doing better. It all looks pretty manageable (and walking friendly if needed) until I get to Saturday.

29 weeks and 201 days to go!