I felt rotten all day yeserday. Achy head, nausea… blah blah blah. I tried eating more than usual. I took some ibuprofen. Extra caffeine. Nothing worked. Was it allergies? A storm front moving in? Too much sugar over the weekend? Who knows.
I had written “run 4” on my schedule for the day. I like to think of my runs as appointment, not as “to do” items which are too easy to bump onto another day. But I tell ya, I thought twice about going. And then I thought a third time…
In the end, I went anyway and walked most of it. My normal ratio of “run 12 minutes/walk 1minute” turned into “walk 12/run 1.” The fruit trees were gorgeous. The fresh air and movement were good for my spirit, but no miracle happened in my body. I still felt nauseous, though I managed not to throw up on the trail (you dog owners can thank me later). Today I feel better. Who knows what that little virus/barometric pressure fluke was about. But today, I’m glad I went. Today, I’m glad I chose movement (even slow movement) over lying on my couch.
I wonder how often the things I temporarily dread are in reality those I most need? Asking forgiveness, writing a bad first draft, running slowly, following through… what would you add to the list?