I’d love to write. I really would. But I left my sister’s NY apartment this morning at 3:50 am for the airport. Then I spent the entire 6 hour flight to San Francisco regretting the shady muffin I ordered from the only coffee shop open in the train station at 4:30am. Not a wink of sleep. And again no sleep during the layover, nor the flight to Eugene. Even the 3 hours between my two runs was spent in a state of sleepless droopiness.
This is how tired I am now, 24 hours after waking up.
I literally opened my computer to write this blog, and then reached into my bag to get a pen to write it with.
What was I going to do? Write on the screen?
Family stuff and travel makes me feel unsettled with my training. Tomorrow I need to get on top of my stuff and make it a priority to come to Friday’s training revived and re-focused.
Ah yes, the wonders of sleep or rather the lack of it. At what point to you surrender to the need to rest at the cost of the regiment of your training? Is it really productive to run when your body is screaming for sleep? What are the chances for a silly accident and potential injury when things like keyboards are misplaced for pens?
Dee, you bring up a great point. That is the internal debate every time I’m in that situation. Like an insurance salesman, I assess the risks and balance that with my training requirements as they fit into the big picture of my week/month/season. I never just look at one day on its own. More often than not I skip the training in favor of rest for the very reason you mention–risking potential injury. But since the very nature of my job requires traveling followed by training or in most cases high level competing, learning to be aggressive yet smart is a crucial skill. Exactly how tired am I? How much of this tiredness is physical vs mental vs emotional?
Lauren