I had the very best of intentions. I hung up my "running clothes" (hoodie and yoga pants and double-layered socks) to be ready for my run. I prepared my MP3 player. I waited a full day after my previous run.
And I felt like I had landed on Jupiter and weighed 8 times my normal weight and everything was spinning. I couldn't keep anything in my body long enough to pull any nutrients from it. I had a mild fever. And apparently some kind of flu. (Influenza - the real flu - tends to be something else again, with fevers and aches and pain, but one of my doctor's said it was "flu-like" so I will go with that.)
I have missed two scheduled runs this week. It is only week 2, and I feel like a loser. I am struggling to balance my desire to literally keep up my running momentum and my desire not to land face-first on the pavement gabbling about the pretty swirly stars everywhere and the colorful rainbows streaming from my ears. I keep telling myself it is a minor *and temporary!* setback. It doesn't mean I won't get right back on track when my white blood cells have beaten those germs to a pulp. It just means that I will be a few days later than planned.
I decided to write about my desire to run, even if I can't today, to help keep me accountable and motivated. I am really hoping I can lace up my shoes on Friday.
Btw. One unexpectedly great side-effect. My partner, who agreed to run this program with me, mostly to help me keep motivated, is running on his own while I am sick. I am proud of him.