Seriously. I just want to give up now.
Monday and Tuesday I could feel the cold that has been plaguing me for almost a month now creeping into my chest, so I took both days off. Wednesday I did belly dancing times 2, and it seemed to go ok. Thursday I was feeling bad again, so I only made it through a 5k on the treadmill. Friday I was determined to make up for my slacking and try to get back into running, so I did 5 miles outside. Saturday I didn't want to run, but needed to do something besides pack, so I did about 30 minutes on the elliptical. I hate the elliptical. All 30 minutes were torture. I feel like my legs are too far apart and my butt sticks out and my posture is poor and I can't get a feel for how to change my speed significantly. Ugh. I don't know how people do it. I also did a little arm work, since I wasn't able to go to yoga this week, as I didn't figure me coughing up my lungs all through class would be a little disruptive to others' focus and peace.
Today was supposed to be 23 miles, or last long run. But it was fail. Huge, epic fail. My back and abs are so sore from coughing to much that I was physically unable to hold myself upright. My chest was burning and I kept having to stop to cough up all the crap from my lungs. I made it through 11 miles, and then we ended up doing a run walk for a total of 16.75. Pathetic.
I don't know what to do now. I haven't been running nearly as much as I should because I'm sick. So am I going to lose my stamina? But if I do run, I'm never going to get better, and I'm so scared of pneumonia since this stupid cold has gone from my head to my chest. I feel like a baby, I feel like I'm making excuses. And I have no one to ask what I should do. Take a week off? Start tapering like we're scheduled to? Try to get in one more long run? I don't know. This was a stupid idea. I really don't think I'm going to be able to finish.
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