Tireeeed

Wow. I'm beat!

I don't know if it's this new routine of mine finally hitting me, the weather, or what - but yesterday was just brutal! I did complete my AM mile - run, walk, you get the picture. I shaved a couple of seconds off my previous time (hooray for small victories), and did not freeze my behind off thanks to the balmy temps we have been experiencing. Along with the balmy temps, however, comes the runny nose...I can actually remember a time when my allergies weren't year round, just another joy of aging on my part I suppose. Mental note - when laying out my clothes on Tuesday night, stuff some Kleenex in the pocket of the fleece vest - just in case!

At the track I ran into the old lady that didn't find me very amusing last week - she did, however, speak to me yesterday - "it feels like Summer this morning", and she was on her way. There were actually three other ladies at the track yesterday morning, they have beat in age by generations, and they power-walk (well, their version of power-walk) in lanes 3 and 4 as I gasp and carry on in lane 1. After I finished yesterday I didn't feel the little boost of energy that had come to make those early AM work-outs worthwhile. I was tired. A little wobbly, and tired. Did I mention I was tired?!

 I think part of the reason for the fatigue yesterday was the fact that this was my first ever Monday morning run. Now, as much as I am not a morning person, I am even less of a Monday person! Compounding that fact was that I had had the weekend "off", and it was gray and foggy outside. Additionally, even though I went to bed at 9:30 PM the night before in anticipation of the dreaded Monday morning mile - I couldn't sleep! Typically, if I have an event, or appointment, or even if I'm heading off to vacation - the night before sleep is crap. Sunday into Monday was no different. I distinctly remember looking at the alarm clock at 3:30, 4:30, and 5:30 AM before the alarm blared finally at 6:00 AM.

Yesterday dragged, the only thing that really got me through it was knowing that my work load would allow me to duck out right around 5:00 PM and that I didn't have to run again until Wednesday. The blog wasn't happening either - heaven only knows what I might have written.

I dutifully recorded my run in a message to "the Coach", who must have sensed my irritation. She had this to offer in reply;

 

"Great job Vyotta. Don't worry about how long it takes you, the good thing is that you are getting out and moving. You will progress with time and how great will it be to look back and see how well you have done. I am proud of you everyday!"

 

Tomorrow is another day, debating as to whether or not to brave the scale before the work-out as I did last Wednesday morning. I may have a partner joining me for my Wednesday/Friday jaunts as well - that could be just what the Dr. ordered. He's not a morning person either, but he's been there for me for the last 7 years whenever an obstacle arose...we'll see if we both make it to the track tomorrow, I'm sure the old ladies will appreciate his attendance ;).