This morning I woke up at 5:00am; I was wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Don’t ask me how and don’t ask me why. For the past week I’ve been setting my alarm for 6:00am to get some early exam studying in and I have slept through it everyday until 7:00am. Now today, the day I do not set an alarm, my body decides to get up at 5:00.
After a half hour of staring at the ceiling, I finally decided to take control of the situation. I hopped out of bed (the easiest time I’ve had doing that in months) and bundled up. Layer upon layer, I dressed until I was ready to face the NEGATIVE 22 DEGREE CELSIUS temperatures outside. Yes, you read that right, -22 degrees! And I decided to leave my cozy bed, before the sun had risen, to run in it.
Truth be told, making crazy choices like this regarding my fitness empowers me. What other people see as psycho or impossible, I find strength in. This morning I ended up running 8.5km in an hour. A layer of 5cm thick snow covered the sidewalks as more fell from the sky. It felt a lot like running on the beach in loose sand. When I finished, I ran to the local Tim Hortons to enjoy my morning coffee. My mum joined me just after 7:00am. It was such a wonderful way to start the day.
Going forward, I felt so strong. I was able to take control of my morning instead of frittering it away staring at the ceiling. I was able to run outside in conditions that would make most people cringe.
I write this blog post, besides enjoying the little bit of bragging about my accomplishment, to encourage you to allow yourself to make the choices that most people cringe away from. Be willing to be that crazy person and do not limit yourself. Because trust me, doing the crazy can feel so amazing.
It seems like this “sick season” really hit me hard. After going through the flu in September, an unending cold throughout October, and then three weeks battling strep throat and an ear infection, I was able to acquire food poisoning last night. This was my first time with food poisoning and if you’ve never had it before, count your blessings! It was the grossest night of my life that caused me to get 0 sleep and sprint to the bathroom not once, twice, but thirteen times in less than 10 hours. I’ll stop there with the details but it has left me pretty weak and depleted.
I have been pondering why I have taken such a hit in the sickness department this year. Normally I am able to resist the inevitable cough/cold/flu that everyone seems to get in the fall. Many people have offered their advice: It’s because you eat meat again so you should go back to being vegetarian; it’s because you’re running too much so maybe you really should cut back the mileage; you go to a gym and those places are crawling in germs; you’re more susceptible to illness when you’re stressed so you need to relax.
While some of those ideas may be somewhat fallacious, they’ve made me think. I am busy training for my marathon coming this January and have been diligently following my long runs every weekend, going the 20, 25, and 30km distances I’m called to do. But, have the long runs been depleting my energy stores and inhibiting my body from fully recovering from my illnesses? It’s a good theory and one my mum is currently standing behind. She’s suggested that this weekend instead of running the 25 km I am scheduled to do on Saturday, to split it up over the weekend into a 10km and 15km run. I’ve never changed my long runs up like this and it almost feels like I’ll be cheating a little bit, but would this be the smartest move for me in the current situation?
To be honest, I’m really not sure. What do y’all think?