I've been nursing a cold since the weekend, so please bear with me. Yes please, I'd like some cheese with this whine.
It's one of those low grade colds, nothing at all like a full-on man flu. My nose is not constantly running, I'm not coughing my lungs out. But I'm lethargic, running a small fewer, constantly tired, muscles aching, eyes hurting and a constant headache. If it was full-on, there would be no doubt but to "listen to the body", call in sick and go to bed. As it is, I can function normally (just about).
Took Sunday off as a rest day. Spent all day Monday arguing with myself, but in the end didn't get out there. Tuesday I gave myself a stern talking to and went for a small cycle ride in the lunch break and attended a pre-booked swimming lesson in the evening.
Yay, I had proven to myself that my will was stronger than my body! So I set the alarm clock for early o'clock on Wednesday morning so I could get up for a morning swim. Woke up when the alarm went off and re-set it to 20 minutes to work-start (I work mostly from home). Argued with myself throughout the day about going out for a quick run, but just could not drag myself out.
Wednesday evening set the alarm clock for early Thursday morning, but again today I quickly decided to ignore it and have a lie-in again. And I'm now back at the arguing with myself. Shall I? Shall I not? I can flex my hours to some extent, so I could go have a swim in the lunch break, and then to try to get back on schedule for meeting my Jantastic ambitions I could go for a run afterwards. Heck, I could even do a mini triathlon, swim at the pool, drive home and take the bike out for half an hour, and then end with a wee run. It would get the heart rate up, for sure, and maybe I could sweat out some germs. But even the effort of moving my fingers to type the suggestion up makes me tired.
So. This week is one of those times when exercise is becoming a burden. Not just the physical burden of actually doing it, no, far more effort is being spent (or so it feels) on the mental debates with myself. It's only 10 months since I started c25k, so while I often profess a deep and undying love of running, the reality is that I'm doing it for the effects, not out of a love of running, or exercising, in general.
Or maybe I will go have a nap in the lunchbreak instead. Now THERE's a thought!