Post-Ryder, I've managed to stay pretty consistent about logging at least 25 miles per week, though I usually try to hit 30 if at all possible. Last week, I actually made it to over 40 and, feeling pretty optimistic about my chances for organizing an even tighter schedule (that would likely entail 5 am runs, but what else can I do?), I thought seriously about attempting marathon training.
And then this week happened. I'm not sure what kind of stomach illness sidelined our household (though I suspect it's rotavirus), but I've logged four miles so far and will probably plateau there. While I'm no longer so sick that I'm begging Zdenek to shoot me (no lie), and while the word "hot dog" overheard on television is no longer likely to send me into a hurling episode, I still have no appetite, little energy, and a cranky baby.
With our nanny also out sick, I'm trying to focus on the positives: it's a beautiful autumn so far; Central Park has never been more breathtaking; and at least my kid smiles when I'm pushing him on the swings. But I would be lying if I didn't admit to being green with envy watching the cyclists spin by, enjoying the perfect weather. And this past Sunday I practically teared up watching the start of the NYC marathon on tv.
And then this week happened. I'm not sure what kind of stomach illness sidelined our household (though I suspect it's rotavirus), but I've logged four miles so far and will probably plateau there. While I'm no longer so sick that I'm begging Zdenek to shoot me (no lie), and while the word "hot dog" overheard on television is no longer likely to send me into a hurling episode, I still have no appetite, little energy, and a cranky baby.
With our nanny also out sick, I'm trying to focus on the positives: it's a beautiful autumn so far; Central Park has never been more breathtaking; and at least my kid smiles when I'm pushing him on the swings. But I would be lying if I didn't admit to being green with envy watching the cyclists spin by, enjoying the perfect weather. And this past Sunday I practically teared up watching the start of the NYC marathon on tv.
I'm not sure what the silver lining is in all of this; frankly, I don't think there is one (I've tried to convince myself that it's been healthy to take a "break" from training, etc., but that psychology has worn thin). The truth is that I do miss much of what I used to be able to do (as I am sure Zdenek does, too). Though I'm sure that, someday, I'll be able to find time and energy again for those pursuits, in the meantime, I just can't have it all. Sometimes that's all there is to it.
you will soon - i promise. and i hope you feel better already. in fact (if this makes you feel any better) - you are undoubtedly still faster than i am. :) you have an awesome nanny - and as soon as everyone is feeling better - she'll help you get back out and up to your 40 mile/week training... xoxo ... and pretty soon you'll be kicking ass at a marathon - in the last few miles - as usual - thinking - why am i doing this?
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