Day 3,957 —Recovering—

 

I didn’t sleep a lot last night. Every 30 minutes, I got up and looked at the time and drank a half-cup of water. I wasn’t sure if school would be called or not, but almost every other school in the area was, including my daughter’s, so I needed to stay home. I don’t know if I would have made it through the day anyway. The last time I felt this bad was years ago. It was one of the most difficult miles I have ever run. This time there was also snow on the ground, and it was in the single digits.

At least I would be able to buy some ginger ale as I walked past the store. Part of me thought at the time that maybe I would feel better and be able to do some more tonight, but I got a class starting at 8 p.m., and I have meetings early in the morning, so I don’t know how I am going to make it through the night, but it will be okay. I got my mile in, and I am confident no matter what happens tomorrow, I will run another mile at least. It is moments like these when I feel almost out of control when I cannot get it together enough to run a couple of miles, but at the same time, it is a reminder. My daughter couldn’t go to sleep without me reading a book to her first. She was so understanding. She and her brother both were.