I am very short on time tonight but it occurs to me that I can't leave that last post hanging out there without some sort of follow-up.
As you know....
I ran.
I cried.
I wanted to quit.
What you don't know...
I slept.
I woke up.
I got a grip.
Other important details...
I got sick the next day.
Why is this important? Because it most likely was a contributor to the meltdown. I was carrying a wagon load of fatigue but also fighting a virus. At first, I thought it was some kind of food poisoning but as it turns out, everyone has had it. I actually made it through faster than most which is probably due to the fact that I take care of myself.
Someday I will learn that those really tragic workouts are a symptom of something that has gone wrong, not a baseline for how much I suck. They are actually a valuable tool for telling me when I need to hunker down and be kind to my body.
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