Missing a workout is something I rarely do. Last year I had a head cold and still managed to get my workouts in. When I sprained my ankle it only stopped me from running – for a week – but I kept swimming and cycling. Yesterday started off great – I ran my speed workout in the morning on a treadmill at the gym. My workout was eight repeats of three minutes at “10K” pace with a two minute jog. I kept increasing my pace to get my heart rate up to zone 4, which I barely touched. My pace ranged from 9:40 to 9:00 minute mile pace. I felt great – all over. After work I met a few friends at the pool to swim. Just before I got in the water I noticed my stomach was feeling a little off. My pace in the pool was good, but my stomach was cramping and I knew my 3,300 meter workout was going to be cut short. Even with an upset stomach, my last 100 meters before cool down was 1:54. That was my little ray of sunshine before the storm hit.
After I got home the great feeling from the morning was gone – completely. It didn’t take long to discover I had a stomach virus – and bad. I will spare the details. By 9:30 I was in bed but I felt as if knives were working their way through my system. Today has been spent cat napping (with my dogs and cats of course), sipping tea and the most I could eat was a Honey Stinger Waffle and cream of wheat. The knives are still poking around – the thought of swimming or worse sitting on a bike only causes more cramping. Hopefully this will pass after a day. But it stinks.
Woody Allen once said “If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.” Of all people, I never expected Woody Allen to quote such wise words about God. How true though – I am the first to admit what a planner I am. Not only do I have my training schedule organized, but I have specific days for specific workouts. Yesterday I was a little rogue by switching my run to the morning and my swim to the evening. Today I had all planned out to swim with my friends in the morning, I have quite a bit to get done at work, and then get a cycle workout in this evening. In the midst of my misery last night I still packed up my gym bag with the expectation this would pass overnight. Instead the day has been spent completely resting.
The worst has past, for that I am grateful, and I am hoping to get back to my regular plans in a day or two. But I am not going to plan too far ahead. Part of seizing the day is enjoying the moment. In all honesty there has been little to enjoy today except the pleasure of watching adorable dog and cat faces sleeping next to me. There – at least I found something good in today. I have my plans, and life goes on regardless. The best I can do is keep looking for the good.