This has been an unexpectedly crazy week. I had an upper GI, which threw off my training more than I planned. I started my final class for my MS degree, finishing up the incomplete from last term. My youngest was diagnosed with inattentive ADD and won her school's spelling bee (district bee today). My oldest had an unusual migraine experience and needed to go to the ER yesterday. So basically, I missed two runs this week.
Yesterday and to some extent, the day before, I had some serious anxiety about whether this would be "The Thing" that ended this running gig. Lots of times before The Thing has done just that. But... not this time. Today I woke up feeling pretty good (maybe the last of the demerol finally exited my system) and back on fire for this endurance running thing.
So here I am, racking up tomorrow's playlist and route, because I'm going to do the 6 miles on my own so I can come home and get to work on my final paper.
Sorry depression and anxiety. You don't win today. And I don't think it looks too good for tomorrow either.
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