My daughter is ill. She wants to be held constantly. When she's not being held, she is whining and even when she is being held, she frequently whines then too. I have had to wash her bed sheet and blanky twice this weekend, clean her carpet and was 2 loads of towels because she has been vomiting. Night time seems even worse, though I am sure its only the exhaustion talking. I would say that Friday night offered me only 25 minutes of sleep per hour as she woke up constantly and last night bore me little more sleep.
So, this morning, when I woke up with a sore throat and a headache, and my eyelids felt like they had become lead weights, my mind got on to the dirty work of justifying the flake out. After all, I started on Wednesday and if I didn't run until tomorrow, I'd still be getting in all my workouts within the week. I lamely sputtered out something to that effect to my husband who is the least flaky person I know. If I was going to skip my run this morning, he wasn't going to give me the absolution I wanted. He's proud of what I am undertaking here and is doing his part to support me in that pursuit so he wasn't going to support me in my desire to flake out on day three.
I decided to take some Advil, have a little breakfast and wait for the worst to pass, which it did. So a few hours later than planned, I dressed, laced up, and took to the streets! It's funny to me how this whole exercise thing works, the way it comes in layers of love and hate, dread and desire, exhilaration and fatigue. It starts as dread for me, but desire gets me out the door and gets me started. Exhilaration sets in and keeps me moving until the fatigue and hate require me to channel the desire again. But once I am back home, its all love. I feel good and I feel good about myself. I love that.
I was still feeling pretty winded by the end of today's workout, so I think I'll slip in one extra week 1 workout before I move on to the week 2 workout. I was for sure a lot better off than I was the first time and am feeling very encouraged and confidant that I'll be running 5K in 8 more weeks. With my desire, the support of my friends, family, and my husband, I know that I CAN DO IT!