Well, I am off to a less than auspicious start to my marathon training. So far, I've missed three runs. And how many have I had scheduled so far? Three. Oops.
I had the greatest of intentions and was all pumped up to start this week. Then Monday I didn't get home from work until 7:00 p.m. When my alarm went off to get up for the gym the next morning, I'd had less than six hours of sleep. I know from experience that was a sure fire way to trigger a migraine so I decided to run that evening.
And then I didn't get home from work until 7:00 p.m. Again. Thanks, boss.
So I thought, one missed run at the beginning of training isn't that big of a deal. Thursday, I'd be back on track.
Wednesday, I didn't get home from work until 7:00 p.m. AGAIN. I took an Ambien to help me sleep, thought I had eight hours to get it out of my system. The alarm went off for the gym and I had only the barest sliver of consciousness going for me. If you've been reading for a while, remember how I don't remember the first couple of hours of the marathon because of Ambien? Yeah. I've decided it's a bad idea to drive in that condition. No problem, I'd just go for a run after work.
I did get home at a normal time. Still feeling like I was in an Ambien haze. Was in bed by 8:30, no more drugs, hoping to sleep it all out of my system.
Mmm hmm. 11:30 p.m. and I still hadn't fallen asleep. And I'm all stuffed up, so much that even my ears hurt. So no run this morning.
Well, I could have decided that since I suck, I should eat. Burgers and fries and cake and stuff. But I haven't. Oh wait, let me get the frosting off of the keyboard. No, seriously, I haven't. Or I could decide that since I suck, my training is blown and I'm never getting back on track. But I haven't done that either. Tomorrow I will sleep in, after taking some NyQuil tonight. Sunday, I will do my long run with Jules as planned. Then I will do week two of my training as scheduled. One day at a time. Because I have faith in myself.