I am amazed at how run down and fatigued I am.
My first coach (Andreas Soeffker, whom I put on a giant pedestal) used to say that every day you worked out sick was another five days out later on. I don’t know why I was so cavalier about running New York City Marathon with a cold. Seems like perhaps I got arrogant or simply careless, and when you underestimate the marathon, it teaches you a whopping big lesson.
My good friend Cathy is talking about some short distance work this spring. I think this may be a very smart move for me as well. She is the brains of the bunch, after all :o)
Anyway, I haven’t done a thing this week as per Coach Meredith’s instructions (thank you, Meredith, for the good talk the other day) and we’re going to converse about White Rock Marathon next week.
I hope to get my feet back under me soon.