I’ve been doing well maintaining my running this December, despite work stuff and home stuff and kid stuff. It helps that the weather has generally been gorgeous. It’s a little icy right now, but sunny and clear and crisp.
So I set out to run at lunch, feeling unmotivated but fine otherwise. On days like that, I know that if I just go, everything will work out. And I would say that 99 percent of the time, it does.
I ran with my friends Patrick and Jeff, and after about a half mile, I stopped. The last time that happened, I think I was pregnant with Jack. (No, I’m not pregnant.)
As we were going along, I felt kind of crappy, which is not unusual for me. I tell new runners, the first mile sucks for everyone, trust me. But today I felt oddly hollow and muted and kind of … out of it. And when I stopped, I felt really dizzy.
I ended up walking back to the gym — I tried running back but it just felt off, so I gave up.
It would be easy to be disappointed or frustrated or even just plain annoyed I even bothered to change into running clothes in the first place.
Instead, I enjoyed a lovely walk on a beautiful December day.
Got back to work, drank some water and ate a clementine and a pear the size of my head, and I feel fine. Who knows what happened. It doesn’t really matter.
I’ll try again tomorrow.