Cutting up vegatables to put on the grill. Madison took my picture, but wouldn't let me take one of her. Her hair was gross (that's what she said)
I had planned on doing a five mile run on Thursday night, but that was before I fell asleep at work. I had never been more tired in my life, so I left at five and went home and just rested, cooked dinner, and hung out with Madison. Friday, I woke up and had a horrible sore throat, so it’s probably a good thing that I decided to take it easy. In the past I’ve ignored the warning signs of a cold and ran anyway making it much worse.
Rick and I got up to a beautiful morning on Saturday. He decided that it would be a great afternoon to get out and do a trail run. I was still feeling really low on energy and didn’t want to push my recovery time, so I agreed that I would go with him and just do a hike with the dog. However, I put on my Salomon Wings trail running shoes “just in case”. We got to the trail head and he took off and I started on a slow ascent up the trail. It was totally gorgeous and pretty soon I started aching to run. The fatigue that had shrouded me the last two days slowly slipped away and I began a slow jog. The smell of the pines, the happy panting of the dog, and the sun shining through the trees had me pumped and ready to go. I figured that if I took it really slow, I wouldn’t do much harm to myself. I soon came to a fork in the trail and I had to make a decision. One way was a little “easier” then the almost straight up incline of the other trail. “Challenge yourself” I heard my inner voice say, so I started up the trail with the steep incline. Oh it hurt bad, but it also felt so good. I hadn’t been on a trail run in a couple of months and the familiar feeling of peace settled over me. Trail runs are my best runs. I always have a smile on my face and I never care how far or how fast I am going, I just enjoy the moment and go. I figured that I had been running for at least an hour and a half and I knew that Rick would be wondering where I was, so I headed back. He was not the least bit surprised that I had opted to run.
Saturday afternoon, we grilled out and enjoyed the day. Madison was in a good mood (which is rare…..teenagers), so we had a really nice family dinner together.
Sunday I got in a very slow, pretty uneventful ten mile run. My body decided for me that it would be a comfortable pace day and I was happy to oblige. Sometimes you just need to listen to what your body is telling you; it usually knows what it needs. Saturday, mine was happy to be out on the trail and allowed me a wonderful run (even after I had been sick). My legs felt strong and my breathing (asthma) was under control. Sunday, my body wanted a slow run and I let it have its way. I felt tons better Sunday afternoon and my energy level finally felt normal.