Well, I knew it was going to happen. After flying high for a long time, I've had the inevitable crash. I'm not totally down in the dumps, but I'm not doing so hot, either.
There's a couple of things going on. The first is that we are nearing the end of the summer. I have a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder that kicks in in late August every year. And I'm really feeling it this year. I've noticed the sun is going down early and walking through the grass in the morning to my SUV there is that heavy dew that just lingers on.
I hate to think of fall approaching, especially since this summer was SO terrible weather wise. Cold, cold, cold. I feel like I have been cheated.
Part of Seasonal Affective Disorder involves a tendency to overeat and extreme cravings for carby foods. And boy, have I been feeling it this week. I am just HUNGRY all the time. I've been trying to keep it in check, but I apparently haven't been successful because my weight is up by a couple of pounds.
I think all of this would be manageable if I wasn't battling this Achilles Tendonitis. Yesterday, I ran the course for the 10K I'm doing on September 7th. So I only went 6.2 miles. And today the Achilles is BAD. I'm in a LOT of pain and there is a huge lump.
I brought my running gear and thought about toughing out a short and slow lunch run, but I think I am not going to do that and instead will walk instead. If it were only as simple as this.
So only running 3 days this week - AGAIN - tiggers feelings of EXTREME anxiety and guilt and fear. I am actually typing this with tears in my eyes.
Send me some good vibes, my friends, would you?
I hope so...