Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 29.57 miles)
Day 116 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
I called the doctor and told them about passing out. They said to push lots of fluids and if it happened again to go to the Emergency Room.
I sure as hell didn’t want to go to the ER. I know it’s there if I need it, but I’d rather not need it.
So I finally took the advice everyone was giving me. Took the advice that’s so hard to take.
I let friends come over and do housework. I sat on the couch all day and read a book. I took a nap. I ate. I drank a ton of water. I didn’t even have any caffeine. Not a drop.
I felt better, but I also felt like a lazy lop of shit having everyone wait on me.
Resting is one of the hardest things about running too.
When training for long distance races (and that sounds way more impressive than it is – I promise you, anyone can do this) one of the hardest things to do is take rest days.
Once I was in the habit of running, I got to where I liked the feeling of always moving forward.
It gave me a sense of accomplishment to add on mileage or do speed work or even the ‘go easy’ days when I got to run at whatever pace I wanted.
Running is a great habit to have, but that habit makes it really hard to take rest days.
The days I didn’t run I felt like I wasn’t doing anything. I felt like I was losing ground. I could feel myself gaining weight, losing fitness capacity, getting slower.
I was ‘resting’, which to non-runners, probably sounds like the best kind of running day. To me it was a day of stagnation, a day of feeling unsettled and antsy.
Intellectually, I knew resting meant I was allowing my body time to repair itself.
Physically, I hated being still.
That’s what today was like.
Today’s silver lining: I came to a conclusion. Chemotherapy is a long distance race. Rest days are essential.
Fine. Just… fine.
But I don’t have to like it.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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