It's always disappointing to pull out of an event, but sometimes illness necessitates a bail. Yesterday I was supposed to be running in the Sodbury Slog (there's a reason why I've coloured that link brown. click and you'll see.) Instead I stayed home and coughed up a lung or two. I'm sure it was the "right" thing to do as today I am definitely feeling a bit better and hoping to be running again sometime this week. I start to go a bit crazy if too many days pass without getting out there... And by crazy I really mean a little bit down. It always sounds more exciting to say crazy - like I'm a pent up energy ball needing to expend expend expend or I'll be bouncing around the house wreaking havoc. What's closer to the truth is that the running keeps my mood up and I feel emotionally stronger and more upbeat for it. Without the running a certain apathy and a spot of self-pity can set in. And that's not any fun for anyone.
So another pint of honey, lemon and ginger for me and let's see what tomorrow brings ;o)
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