It’s one of the hardest things for me to do.
I’ve been feeling slightly under the weather all week — a little sinus pressure in my nose here, a post-nasal drip sick feeling there, an upset stomach over there… but nothing to make me sit back and think “Maybe I am sick.” Yesterday I still didn’t feel quite right and the boy spent a good half hour trying to convince me I should spend Saturday resting instead of going on my 12ish miler in the morning. You want me to what? Not run? Not happening. But towards the end of that half hour of convincing, I had texted everyone that was meeting and backed down. It’s the worst feeling ever!
I still don’t feel 100% today, I probably slept too much and now I have a headache. I can’t tell if maybe it’s the beginning of allergies or what, but my throat continues to have that feeling of getting sick. It’s like my body is teasing me, waiting for the most inopportune time to get me full blown sick. Unacceptable. Either way, I’m not taking another day off. The plan is to go out tomorrow morning and run either 12 or 13 miles. If I start going and I’m not feeling it, I will cut my losses and head in early. I do have a PR to set next Saturday!
Speaking of PRs, I’m starting to think of where I want to take my training after the half marathon. All of this Boston Marathon hype is getting to me — I’d love to qualify sometime in my life. I’ve been toying with the idea in my head of signing up for a fall marathon this past week, but I worry that I’ll get burnt out by tacking on another 16 weeks of hard training.
I also could just do another half in the fall while spending this summer doing fun, shorter races and keeping up with longer runs so I maintain distance. It could be fun to do a 5K every other week and some good trail races without worrying about how it fits into my overall schedule. Plus, I’m dying to break 22 minutes for the first time in my life and I don’t know if I will without speed work geared towards the 5k.
One thing I do know is I’m attempting to get into the NYC Marathon. If I get in, that makes my decision for me… but if I don’t, that’s okay. There’s next year, the year after, or finally the year after that!
Choices, choices. Somebody make them for me?