Yesterday I was supposed to be running my first half-marathon. That didn’t go as planned.
I was preparing for it for so, so long but a lot of things got in the way in these last few weeks which prevented me from training. First I got Covid which wrecked me and I had really bad post-covid syndrome. I could barely get out of bed, I was constantly sleepy, didn’t have energy and overall my health was just declining. Then I had to go to Italy for a week and couldn’t start working out there either so I only had a week before the marathon and I decided to give up because I simply know that I would maybe be able to run somewhere between 5-10 km before passing out.
I feel like I failed a little bit, but I am dealing with it. Since I did pay to run, I went a picked up my starter kit and that’s when this feeling kicked in. I promised myself that next year I am doing it, no matter what. Knowing myself, I am going to aim for the marathon.
It’s been really hard to get back into a workout routine and my body is feeling it. I have some issues because of which I need to stay active and not working out for the past few weeks has been really impacting my knees. I am on work-from-home for the next two weeks so now that I won’t have to spend time on commute, I decided to slowly start lifting weights again, get my nutrition in order and start running when I feel like I am ready for it.
I think that what bothers me the most is that all of that time I spent preparing went to waste. I even lost two fingernails because of it which was not fun at all. I didn’t even know that was a common thing among runners.
In any case, I have next year and I will try to do it then. This became like a milestone for me in life now.
But I did manage to have some fun yesterday. I went to a open-mic stand up show and it was as you’d expect. Some people were really good, some average and then at the end of the show a lady showed up with a rat on her neck. I was in the front row and I wanted to die. I am not scared of rats but they aren’t really my favorite animal and I got all squeamish. The rat was pink and white, designer rat if you will, and he was walking around on her neck and she was feeding the rat and all I could thiink is that the animal was going to jump down from her neck and run to the audience. I spent most of her stand up looking at the ground or a corner of the stage just so I wouldn’t have to look at that rat.
And how was your weekend, what have you been up to?
Love,
Luna
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Sorry to hear that you were not able to participate. I don’t think your training was a waste, though. You are more fit for it and you know what to do next time.
Sorry to hear your ill health continues, and hope you get your energy back soon. Also hope that you’re not subjected to anymore rats on stage. I’ve just carried on quietly at home. Boring maybe, but comfortable and secure. 🙂
Covid sucks! I’m glad you’re feeling a little better at least, but sorry to hear about the marathon. Sending you some love ❤️
Kudos to you for knowing your body’s limitations. You can start training again as soon as you feel up to it. Your prior training was not a waste. In fact, it may have helped you through your Covid battle. You may have felt even worse if you hadn’t trained.
As far as rats as pets, no thank you. I’d rather not ever see a rat again. I’m with you. Creepy!
Take care of yourself.
Sorry to hear you couldn’t run the marathon. Sometimes we just have to obey our bodies and not do anything. I can’t believe Covid is still doing the rounds… And as the for the rat – ugh! I totally understand your pre-occupation with looking away from it.