So here I am, on the other side of the world, sitting on the couch in my PJs at 10:30 in the morning. So bummed.
I felt pretty bad when I woke up yesterday, so I skipped any attempt at running–I’ve learned that lesson the hard way too many times. My husband had to go into the office, so I took the kids to the aquarium–it’s an awesome one and they totally enjoyed it. We took a couple of ferries to get there, another bonus in their world. By the time we were headed home, though, I was just done in. I hit the sofa by 5, hubs cooked us dinner, and I was in bed again by 7 last night.
I slept 12 hours last night and was really hoping that all I was fighting was jet lag, but I definitely think it’s more than that. All I want to do is curl up and sleep today. Thankfully it’s Saturday so hubs took the kids out and about. His last words to me before they left–I feel bad. Uh, no, we can’t both be sick here!
I can easily see how this happened. We had 3 days in between our trip to the Adirondacks and coming here. I burned my candle at both ends those days to pull it all together, and then throw in the long trip and lack of sleep, and there you have it.
Like all good runners, I’m of course worrying about missing my training. Just have to let the logical side take over though–I’ve got a good base and I haven’t had a cut-back week since mid-June, so I can afford to miss some. And I kind of need some energy to be able to hang with the kids all week next week when my husband is working.
So sit on the sofa I will do. Drinking lots of water, tea, and eating soup. I have to salvage this trip!