I may be taking the “rest period” idea a little bit too far. All of my pants are getting snug and drinks have found a convenient perch on my belly. On the other hand, when it’s 20 degrees outside (Fahrenheit, you jackasses) and I have a cold, it’s nice not to feel compelled to run. Fact is, I usually feel better after a run when I am sick, but I also feel obligated to do it. Not training for anything specific releases me from the obligation and the guilt, even though they are mostly beneficial things.
I also know that the rest period will come to an end. Hopefully this cold won’t linger through the weekend. Nothing real gets done work wise between Christmas and New Year, so it’s a good time to run long and slow. If we get the snow that’s predicted, I’ll have a few epic winter runs to write up. Cool and wet means kilt running, which is just as good if not better. Even a clear, crisp run on dry pavement is a nice little winter treat.
So I know I’ll be back to running. It’s something I love and can’t imagine not having as a part of my life. But how can I miss it if it doesn’t go away, at least for a little while. Sure, my lungs will be weaker and my girth will be wider, but all those strains and stresses in my legs will be mostly gone. The old routes will be new again. There will be new routes too. The light will return and the crocus will bloom here before long.
ahhh, crocus