I could have picked chess

 I've been off my feet for...well, Friday, Saturday and so far today, Sunday.

Two days and it already feels like for ever. 

I rode my bike yesterday for 10 miles so at least I had some movement, but being out of rhythm is strange feeling. It is as though everything is happening in slow motion. When I wake up my instinct is to put on my clothes, drink some water, and head outside. As challenging as the program is, it gave some predictability to my life that now is disturbed. Not running for a few days is the right decision, but it doesn't mean it is an easy decision. I know my fitness will stay high, but mentally doubts start to creep in and if I don't hit my target I'll have to wonder if it is because of this moment or if it is something else. 

Thankfully, I am on the mend. I can feel the regeneration of my body responding to the rest. There is still a ting of tenderness in my legs, but the need to drag myself all over the place has lifted over the past two days. There is an internal dialogue about my readiness and thankfully I am still showing restraint; even after two new shiny pairs of shoes arrived in the mail yesterday.

The funny thing is that if I do hit my A+ goal and qualify for Boston, I'll be training in the winter again next year. sheesh. I could have picked chess. 


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