Training Day: Week 7, Day 6
Miles: 3.2 (walk)
Ate Well: Nope. Chocolate for breakfast. Sigh.
Commentary: When we visit my dad and his girlfriend, we sleep in my old room. Except it’s not mine anymore, it’s his girlfriend’s. My full-sized bedframe with intricate metal curls filling the headboard and footboard are long gone. The white (well, they were white once upon a time) curtains with little purples that I accidentally lit on fire once with a candle no longer hang around the windows. None of this bothers me, but the queen-sized bed that replaced mine still seems massive, like it’s trying to put distance between me and my husband.
Anyway, as I crawled into not-my-bed, my chest felt a wee congested. The constant battle of exercising in the winter and maintaining my health is getting on my nerves. I feel like I’m on the verge of illness from the time the temperature drops until it warms up again. My husband commented on how excited I once was to move back west to the snow and real winters, and how now I fantasize about turning into a snowbird and heading south as soon as the mercury drops.
At first, I thought, am I getting old? Am I not tough enough for winters anymore? What happened to me?! I think back to the 2020/2021 winter and how much fun I had. We could go snowshoeing when it was so cold I thought my eyeballs were freezing and all was well. What happened to that girl?! Then I remember. COVID. I want to be bitter about COVID, but instead, I get bitter about work because we could be snowbirds if I wasn’t working. I mean, I can’t change the fact that I had COVID, but I could quit my job. One day.
Today I felt le-thaaa-gic. Is it because I slept almost ten hours? Is it because of my nonstop battle with the bugs (sick bugs, not real ones, at least not that I know of)? Is it because I ate a bunch of chocolate before bed and then for breakfast? Whatever the reason, I went for a walk instead of a run. A run might have done me more good, but I couldn’t convince myself to move that fast. I likely won’t get 50 miles of running for December, which means no Garmin badge for me. It’s better to let go of a digital badge than to run myself into full-blown sickness. Sigh.
Endlessly seeking adventure.