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
Don’t forget that my first novel is available on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Also you can get my poetry books: Rehab and Identity crisis