I had planned for about 12 miles of hills this morning. But I was so dang tired I could not imagine dragging my body up and down those hills. For the first time in a long time concerning runs, my body said, "No, no, no, no, no!!!"
I felt that if I ran, I was going to somehow be sorry. I wasn't just tired, tired. I was utterly fatigued. To save myself from perhaps injury, I listened to my body and cancelled today's solo run.
A couple hours later, I meekly grumbled, "How about the gym?" To this question, my body responded, or rather did not respond, so I spent two hours at the gym. Not to worry, I eased up and split the time between the elliptical and strength training.
Now as I get boys through their homework, make sure baths are taken, I am oh so tired still. But not the same kind of utterly fatigued kind of tired that said "I'll curse you if you run," this morning. I can just use a good sleep. (And thank goodness I don't have to work tomorrow, or the next day, or the next, or the next : )
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