I did not run today. I ran the last three days. Four miles on Saturday, six Sunday, and four Monday, but nothing today. Today I felt totally wiped out and lightheaded. I didn't run. That should be no big deal considering I am nine days out from laying in the ER screaming in pain. My blood work supports the notion that I probably do feel pretty rotten. I probably could have justified not having gotten back on my feet yet at all. And yet, I miss a day and I feel worse for having missed it than I did physically, which was the justification for taking a day off in the first place.
I am off the pain meds (THANK GOODNESS) so that is not a contributing factor. My blood work is probably normalizing to it's usual sub-par state. I had some pain today but nothing unmanageable. I really have no reason to feel the way I do right now. Except for that tiny detail: The absolutely shitty F****** month I have had that is always lurking in my peripheral. I felt a little like a human the last few days and I realize it is because I ran, even though it was slow and painful.
I didn't run. Instead I spent the day in a ever increasing fatigue induced funk. Apparently, I am hardwired to train. Like some of aero loving shark, I have to keep moving or suffer the consequences. I will run tomorrow. I don't care how slow or painful it is... I must move.
I MUST.. STOP.... CRASHING... MY BIKE.