At Least I Tried…

… Saturday afternoon, I couldn’t stay awake.  I never nap, because I don’t sleep well at night if I do.

When I was relaxing on the couch, watching a video, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  I realized this was because my body was fighting some sort of illness.

As the evening went along, I was sneezing and my nose was runny.  It made the performance miserable for me – but I hit all my marks and didn’t bump into the furniture. [On stage – the bruise on my right shin proves that I banged into something back stage!]

I came home and took some over-the-counter sinus meds.  My performances for the week were done [off till Thursday] and I just needed to get through Sunday morning’s church service.

I rested all day Sunday after the service and when I woke up this morning, I was feeling fine.  I figured I’d head out for a run.

I need a long one – but I thought I’d take what I could get.

THAT'S ABOUT WHAT I HAD FOR TODAY.

I don’t consider it a failure.  I probably could’ve pushed it and ran a mile.  Or after my pit stop at home, COULD'VE GONE BACK OUT FOR MORE MILEAGE.

But sometimes, it’s not about the mileage… it’s about knowing when to rest and when to push*. 

Could I have pushed through and run another mile or two?

Yes.

Did I NEED to push today?

No.

I’m just fine with what I did – and it was FAST!

*There are always consequences when you ‘push’ through an illness.  Sore muscles, injury, time off for recovery. I’ve learned this the hard way by performing when ill – mostly out of necessity, but there’s always a lengthier recovery period that is needed.