Yup. I skipped my 8 miler today. Heading back over to the Y definitely would have taken up my whole day again. I just… didn't feel like it was worth it. I need to feel like I had at least one day "off" this weekend. I'm so behind on housework and laundry. I think I'm on my last pair of clean undies.
Because of the stress of last week I didn't sleep or eat a whole lot. My runs definitely suffered. Yesterday wasn't any better food wise. I'm tired. I felt stiff. I even lost 4 pounds over the week.
I'm trying not to get too down on myself for cutting out 7 miles. I'm trying to remind myself that sometimes, drastically shortening a run or two is a lot better than persevering when I shouldn't and having to quit running (again) due to severe injury.
I went out this morning (shocker, I know) before the wind picked up. (currently we are under a wind chill advisory and as of 3:00pm it's -22F)
I dressed like a girlie ninja:
|Running, ninja style|
I got in my 1 mile run. I actually got a little hot. I had three shirts on. :) At least I know that I can run a mile outside when it's this cold:
|At least there was no wind!!|
Now I'm spending the rest of the day relaxing, EATING, and trying to recharge my soul. I've got a chicken in the crockpot and a load of laundry in the washer. Life. Is. Good.