So today was the magical day that was meant to be my first park run. I really didn't want to pull out and yesterday I really felt I was going to be ok.
The signs were good, I woke I wanted food, breakfast was consumed. Crippling tummyache a little while later but that was ok and didn't last long and more importantly I still wanted food. No rebelling of my body telling me food was yucky. But alas by the late afternoon the dizzy spell had returned along with feeling sick and like someone was inflating my tummy. Not nice.
Still an evening with Wolverine was rather pleasant... Ummmm man candy.
I still have x men the first class and wolverine movies to go then I will have watched the whole xmen movie collection back to back - now that's dedication. And I've been Stan Lee spotting along the way, which unless you are a marvel fan probably won't make much sense.
Oooh Iron man ....
Anyway before I go off in a man candy dream state. Phwoar wouldn't Hugh Jackman be an awesome training partner? Oh dear off I go again.
Where was I? Oh yes parkrun. Anyway, I felt like I was letting people down by pulling out, afterall they had planned to come along to my local parkrun to support me - but they were of course supportive and said health comes first.
But this enforced break due to my stupid medication mix up has had a positive effect. I have rested and this has meant my blisters are almost healed and my knee is feeling much happier with me, I think I was getting to the point where I wanted to be out running come what may and I was willing to perhaps push myself a little to far, making myself exhausted along the way.
We often see rest time as a sort of defeat and that seems to be especially true as we are progressing through the programme - I'm not out there when I should.
But it isn't the case, rest is integral to our journey, it's not being lazy, it's not falling off the wagon, it's taking charge and ensuring continuing success. I want to be able to continue saying I am a runner, I don't want to say oh yeah I used to run but then I had to stop because I badly injured myself, which let's face it with my broken body is a real possibility.
So to everyone on rest days, injury breaks or taking a few days out because of illness, pat yourselves on the back, reward yourselves and remind yourselves that you are runners not couch potatoes.
Oh and spaniel cuddles a great excuse to stay in bed