All right body, I get it. Just stop already. Right now I’m recovering from the flu; it seems to be one of those one-day monsters but it was one of the scarier illnesses I’ve had in a while– starting my day with passing out in the bathroom at 6am was super fun. (My partner was so worried that he stayed home from work to keep an eye on me– which I feel bad about because he’s really busy.) I got the flu vaccine dangit! This wasn’t supposed to haaaaappen.
Anyway, I’m staring down the final 50% of my 5k training plan and not feeling very good about it. I guess February wasn’t that bad, but between the weather and getting sick… repeatedly… I feel like my training isn’t on track. And I’m starting to worry about things like… what if I don’t do better this year, what if I do worse? Should I even bother to sign up?
I guess this is the downside of hating to race and racing only once a year: I hold it up as the ultimate measure of my athletic progress. I’m stressing the heck out over a 5k when it’s really only a small piece. Is it normal to feel like one race is measuring your worth as a person? Sigh.