My alarm went off this morning at 7 a.m. (despite it being my day off because of the holiday) and I wanted to stay in bed. Still, I got out of bed and began my morning like I always do--with a trip to the bathroom--but as soon as I took my first step, I felt foggy and lightheaded. I began mentally going through a checklist of possible reasons why I was feeling this way:
dehydrated?
not enough sleep?
weird food last night?
body tired from yesterday's activities?
No, none of that felt like it was right. I don't know what it could be other than my sleeping medication hitting me extra hard and not wanting to work its way out of my system in a timely manner.
Needless to say, I was not about to tie on my trainers [does that make me sound British? I'll post some time about how I very seriously wish I was British, perhaps.] and scoot through the city feeling unstable. Instead, I practiced some awesome self-care--made gluten-free, dairy-free banana pancakes [GF bisquick mixing in soy-milk and applesauce and 1/4 c. pureed banana and topped with 1/2 tsp peanut butter and banana slices] and indulged in watching some Grey's Anatomy on Netflix.
But, what now? I'm still feeling foggy and as it gets later in the day, it gets hotter, and therefore, more dangerous to go running. The high is 103 today and I am most certainly not putting my body through that torture...but I'm not ready to abdicate control of my training and get off track. I've got 5 miles to run today and I don't care if I can't get out there until 8 p.m. I'm going running today. Now, I'm a little more motivated. Perhaps all I needed was a little pep-talk and a source of accountability (yall knowing this is my plan for today and me promising not only myself but also you that I will do it.)
Not giving in to this roadblock.
Not getting off track.
Not yet.
I pinky promise.
I'll let you know what happens.
