For the rest of you, an update:
Maybe it's from being sick for a week, or from missing a week of workouts, or from being too sick and tired to go to the grocery store. Or maybe I'm just old. Maybe it's that I felt particularly under-appreciated this week. And sometimes? I just felt freakin' stupid. (And you know what Eleanor Roosevelt said about that. So then I felt bad about feeling inferior!)
I don't know. I don't feel like myself.
This has probably been my longest break from working out since I started, what, three years ago? I ran 10 miles last Saturday, then went to spin class on Thursday, and that's been it. Physically, I'm pretty much cured from my bronchitis, so I went back to work Monday. But I feel sick in my psyche—or my soul, if you're so inclined.
I don't feel like an athlete. I don't feel like working out anymore. What I feel like is giving up, rolling over, curling up and reading, and acting my age.
Which is kind of a problem when you're starting to train for a tri, and have a half-mary in four weeks.
I'm hoping this is just a phase—but just in case, it's scaring me enough to have FINALLY forced me to make an appointment with my girly-girl doc.
In the meantime, for you new reader
Oh, ok, there was this (still looking, btw).
And of course, who could forget this? (Not I. Not ever.)
Maybe y'all can vote for your favorites.
Or maybe I should just HTFU, as Rainmaker would likely remind me. ☮