Well... for the first time since I tore my calf in 2009, I am officially on a training break. And I can't lie... it's weird, and I'm not sure I like it yet.
Why, you ask?
Well... the weekend of Cinco de Mayo I ran my 5th marathon. And physically, it was the hardest race I have ever ran. I was trained up. Ready to go. Conditions were perfect. And my body simply said no.
My asthma has been flaring up on me for the better part of 6 months now... and while I've tried to ignore what has been happening, the fact remains that for the past 8 days, I have been in full blown wheeze mode. Daily nebulizer treatments. Hitting my inhaler like a crackhead hits the pipe.
All in all it's an ugly picture. In the past year I have had bronchitis 4 times and pneumonia once. I have had weekly asthma attacks- wheezing, sats dropping, all out attack. And it hasn't been this bad since I was 10.
But let's be real here. I have been non-stop training for a half or full or in one way or another for almost 4 years. No breaks. Nothing. Just running balls out to the point of exhaustion, and never really giving my body a break. One of my best friends finally put it out there for me to see, and while I've looked occasionally at the trees, I've never really looked at the forest. So after talking with him, my family and my other friends, I realized that a short running break is long overdue.
I need to learn to run for the joy of running, and not focus on mileage or times. Not focus on getting ready for a race. Just... run. Feel the wind. Find a trail. Find myself again. And most importantly, let my body rest and heal.
I'm on a break. And like Ross, I'm sure I'll cheat on that break... but really, it's only 12 weeks.
I can survive that, right? (someone PLEASE tell me that I can... because right now, I'm not so sure)