Sometimes it just doesn’t happen. I woke up at 3:30am Saturday morning with toes that surely felt like they were just thawing out from frostbite. I’d flirted with frostbite before and so I got up out of bed, and soaked my toes in warm water. By the time I got back in bed, it was 4am. My alarm went off at 6:30 to get ready for my group run. As I was getting ready, I was just exhausted. I’m always tired when an early alarm goes off, but I literally couldn’t keep my eyes open. Then I went to check the weather and it was sleeting. At that point, I just knew it wasn’t happening. I was concerned about running 2 hours in sleeting rain. I was concerned with my toes. I was concerned with being able to keep my eyes open. So I bagged the run and went back to bed. I woke up again at 9am with intentions to head out on the run if the rain changed to snow. Spoiler alert: it didn’t and I didn’t run.
I felt a bit out of sorts not running on a Saturday morning – I mean, it’s just what I do. However, I knew I’d made the right decision. I knew I wanted to salvage the run, though, so I asked Julie (my super awesome local run buddy) if she wanted to run longish Sunday (we usually do shake out runs together). Lucky for me, Julie was game and we met up for 10 somewhat icy, TOUGH run. It was one of those runs that just felt hard. But I was just excited to get the run in!
How do you handle it when life happens and you miss a long run?