This is the state of my mind lately, that the Arby's commercial with the Irish step dancing monkeys cracks me up.
The state of my body is that I am taking a break this week from the running. After last week and covering three time zones in 72 hours, I find myself physically and mentally exhausted. I have been trying to wake up early the last two days to run, but just find that I don't have it in me. I just lay in bed and try to stretch the tight spot in my lower back and wake up, but I just haven't been able to do it. Rather than lament the missing mileage, I opt instead to take a deliberate break. If I feel like a run, I will head out and run, but if I don't, I won't sweat it. I did do a couple of yoga and stretching routines I found on the OnDemand thing on the cable here, so it wasn't a total waste. But I feel like even though I have a race coming up in about seven weeks, I need to take this week and recover and give all the little creaks and aches a chance to heal or I won't make it.
And mentally, the last six months have been tough. Yes, things are going well with work, really well, actually, but the overall picture of how things have shaken out has taken some adjustment, not just on my part, but for all of us. And I have to figure out how much of other folks' adjustments I can take on myself. And when I'm home, especially for such a limited amount of time, I feel like I spend all my time running, running, running, scrambling to do things and take care of things and cram as much life into 2.5 days of the week because the other 4.5 days are all about getting back to those 2.5 days.
None of this makes any sense to you, I'm sure. I'm sure it doesn't even really make that much sense to me. All I know is that I have to bend my routine some to keep it from breaking me. And if that means I hang up the shoes for a week, then so be it.