It's a mere 18-days until the start of the new year, and my walking shoes are still collecting dust. I'm truly beginning to wonder if I'll ever again restart my training for the 2017 Crescent City Classic 10K.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a fan of pounding the pavement; but I'm even less a fan of giving up the accomplishment of a goal. The last time I laced up my sneakers was the first - and only day of training - I logged two miles. I was, needless to say, very proud of that milestone trek. However, I'll be amazed if I can pull off that mileage again without having to seriously pamper this body. I don't want to look at this as a setback, but I don't know what other term to use. Not only have I been unable to walk, I've spent the better part of the previous 12-days in bed!
I fell while birding with the Orleans Audubon group on December 3rd. Add the jarring effect of that fall with the toxic allergic reaction of bringing the dust-covered Christmas decorations down from the attic, plus the raging fireball of an unwelcome Fibromyalgia flare-up to get a picture of what past 11-days have looked like/felt like for me. As soon as I get the first spark of energy, I'll once again try to recapture my competitive spirit. However, for now, my energy level shifts between "low gear" and "no gear."
So, it’s one foot in front of the other to the finish line!
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