My former coach put it best when she wrote on my Facebook wall a couple days ago... "RELAX! You're body is screaming fro recovery. I never thought I'd have to say this to you..."
I've been bit by the workout bug. In trying to make a schedule last week I realized there aren't enough slots in my schedule to fit in all the workouts I would like to be able to. It's becoming a bit obsessive. Until yesterday, I hadn't taken a full rest day since the day before the mini marathon. I kept thinking, "oh I feel fine now. It's not that much." But after each workout I was dead. Muscles aching, prolonged soreness — all things I never experience in college even though I was swimming like mad. I always took Sunday off.
I'm paying for my stupidity dearly now. I'm sick as a dog and miserable. Sinus headache, runny nose, uncontrollable emotions...you name it. I'm falling apart. The problem: I feel better when I work out. It's a drug — and I'm a junkie.
I rested yesterday and will go back to hitting the pavement tonight. I think a short 3-4 mile run should do it along with some core/ab work.
Until then, I need to take another look at my schedule and decide where I want to build in my rest days. I'm not going through this again.
It has been a few months since my family returned from our monster trip
around the world for the Ironman 70.3 Worlds in New Zealand last December,
and quit...
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