I thought I started 2012 right off the bat. And January for that matter. I did a short run on January 1st and was happy to finally did a 5K in less than half an hour, by a margin. ( Well, 29 minutes or so is still less than 30 minutes right? Since when did I start to nitpick about the time, I have no idea. ) I had all the reasons to sleep in and dawdle in bed that day, instead I chose to drag myself out of slumber, along with my sister and aunt, brave the cold morning, and for what?– just to run. No big deal, I know.
I miss my runs like crazy. ( call me weird or whatever, I don’t care.) Three weeks is a long time to go without something you love doing and gives you “high”. It used to be that I don’t mind if I don’t get to be outside and run. Well, that was then. Back when I wasn’t “in love” yet. After the running bug got me, days are not the same anymore. I become restless, especially on those days when I like to run but can’t.
If it’s up to me, I’d rather be running everyday. But early on, I learned that the rigors of daily running does not bode well for me, so I’m content to run on my days off and any day during my work week, which is kind of a ’spur of the moment’ thing. And I’m happy with that.
Then winter sets in. The snow that came in mid-January put a damper on my weekly routine. I can’t really do anything about it because that’s just the way how nature works. Snow and icy roads are part of the deal. I could have talk myself to do a ’snowy’ run if only to satisfy my curiosity but I held my ground. I don’t feel comfortable doing my run on an icy and slippery road. I can stand the cold ( after all this time, I’m slowly learning how to bundle myself appropriately ) It’s the risk of slipping on the ice that gnaws on me, like an itch, waiting to be scratch. And so, with a heavy heart, I decided to put off my runs.
A few days later, all the snow has finally melted and roads were cleared again. But as luck would have it, I was down with a cold. I was annoyed at myself and at the cold. I even thought of still going for a run but changed my mind, when someone told me that it’s not a good idea. That I might get pneumonia. Good thing, I listened to her. ( I can be stubborn at times.) I reached the point of rationalizing my decision to run that day and ignored what my body is telling me. I tried to do the ‘mind over matter’ thing, which is really not a bad idea, except that my body just needed a break. It was only when the grilled cheese sandwich ( which is my favorite ) I had for lunch, tasted like wet cardboard, that I realized I’m really sick. And the only sensible thing to do is to back down and rest.
Being sidelined with a cold has taught me something ( thank goodness it wasn’t all for naught ) I think it pays to listen to my body once in a while, especially during those times when I think ( or so I thought ) that it’s always “all systems go”. As someone, constantly reminds me, “You can’t afford to be sick, Crestina.” So, there it goes.
I’m amazed at how time flies so fast. I’ll try not think badly of January and will look forward to what February brings. In the meantime, I’ll start to be mindful of what each new day has for me, as I ease slowly back into my runs, hopefully.
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