Although I may have recaptured my "mojo" on Thursday, Mother Nature and my respiratory system had other plans for me. Thursday night was sleepless, Friday was uncomfortable, and thus, Saturday's Half Marathon never was. Well, it was. I just wasn't there for it!
I never used to have allergy issues. In fact, when my daughter's allergy testing started, I adamantly insisted that no one in the family had any issues at all. Turns out, I may not have had allergies in the past, but I certainly have them now - and they've been kicking my butt all over town for the past 2.5 years. Unfortunately, it's taken me awhile to really realize that's what's going on. I usually think of allergies as runny nose, itchy eyes, not chest issues and coughing. It wasn't until dealing with all of my daughter's breathing issues lately that I realized that it could all be connected.
In case you're wondering, this is all a long-winded way of saying that I have issues (you knew that, right? har har) that are not under control, and they flared up on Friday so I decided that I would not be running the St. Michael's Half Marathon after all.
Part of me is completely bummed, and another part of me is quite relieved. It is what it is. It's done. Nothing to do but to move forward.
I got some extra sleep this weekend (thank you, awesome family!), and I'm feeling better. I'm going to get an appointment with my daughter's allergist sometime soon to get things figured out, and hopefully this won't be an issue again.
Tuesday, training gets back on track. Only 10 weeks until Endless Summer. God help me.