I was scheduled to go for a run this morning before work. This would’ve been my first pre-work exercise ever and honestly there was already an eighty percent chance that it wasn’t going to happen based on scientific evidence that I can sleep through anything.
Welp, I didn’t manage to make it out. I have a phobia of running in the dark, especially if I am alone. And the nightmare I had last night definitely involved an unpleasant scenario regarding those two fears. Jennifer was going to join me this morning but it just didn’t up working out for her either. Morning fail.
I woke up thinking that I’d make it through the day of work and then just run when I got home. Yeah, no. I’ve been so exhausted today and the heat this evening was just the worst. Honestly, my face literally melted off a little as I walking up the stairs. I came inside, put on my workout clothes, and snuggled on the couch waiting for Chris to get home.
Still way too hot a little later. Then hunger set in. I began to contemplate what I wanted to do – go for a run or make a heathy meal? I made a healthy meal. Chris was hungry. By the time dinner was over, it was dark outside.
My inner thigh/hamstring hurt pretty bad today which I blame on pump class from Tuesday night. I think I went too hard during the squat track and I just needed a little extra recovery time. Also, the arch on my left foot had some acute shooting pain randomly when I walked. Weird.
I just couldn’t win today. And the scheduled run didn’t happen. I feel really guilt about this and now I am worried that I am beating myself up over feeling guilty. It was scheduled, it was supposed to happen, and it didn’t. Does this mean that when I run again I will lose what I’ve worked for? Probably not even in the slightest, but still, I just can’t shake this feeling. I don’t like it.
Maybe all of these factors are just my body’s way of telling me that I needed to take a break tonight. Maybe.
I won’t be exercising tomorrow because I am doing my long run Saturday. This has also fed into my guilt, but like, I don’t want to risk exerting myself tomorrow and then not being able to complete eleven miles on Saturday. I think I would feel way worse about that.
What do you do when your exercise plans don’t go according to plan? How do you make up for a lost workout? Any tips for how to shake this guilty feeling? Will my next run be a total fail because by Saturday I won’t have worked out since Wednesday? Am I overreacting? Let’s discuss!