Dear Toenail: You have officially fallen off and have officially made my pedicure look awkward. On the plus side, I feel kind of nakey, and it feels good. Dear Ticker: Your irregular heart beat is becoming more and more frequent. The doctor said this is normal but please heal sooner rather than later. Dear Migraines: I don’t know where you came from and why you are choosing to stick around, but please, let’s not make this three days in a row. Please.
I’m not writing this post because I want sympathy. Or your well wishes. I’m writing to get this off my chest because frankly, I’m getting antsy.
I haven’t ran in a week and a half. I’ve missed a total of thirty-four miles including two days of speedwork, one day of hills and am opting out of a local race this upcoming weekend. I just want to move! I just want to struggle. And sweat. And feel that sense of accomplishment when crossing it off of my calendar. Instead, I fill with worry that I’m missing too many training runs and will be put at a disadvantage for the marathon. But for once, I’m listening to everyone else and am taking time to heal and rest.
It is frustrating missing so much work- today I had to leave to nap because my migraine was so bad. I’m thankful I work with a great group of people who understand and can see my frustrations. I am a healthy person. I work out. I eat healthy. I don’t abuse drugs or alcohol. But still, something is not balanced.
I don’t know if it is my body’s reaction to the anesthesia or other chemicals it has been recently pumped with, but I do believe in healing from the inside out. Don’t be surprised if you see me juicing my meals- gotta get those rich nutrients one way or another.
That’s it. I’m done complaining. On a brighter note, the lilacs have bloomed and I found the most darling little flowers in the alley. Of course I took some for my vanity.