Puppy Day!

Today I headed back to the grind, full day of classes and working at the free clinic we run for school at night and somewhere squeezing a run in.  Or so I thought…

Talk about a major fake out…

During my first class today, we got an e-mail that our afternoon lab was cancelled so from 12:30-6:00 I was now free giving me plenty of time to go get our girl.  Making it through the rest of my classes and heading out for a run was the hardest thing ever, only made more difficult by the fact that it started POURING rain when i was only 2 miles in to my 8 mile run.  Its like the universe doesn’t want me to run this race.  The plan was to finish but the rain only got harder and since I was already sick I took a turn heading home only making it 5 miles.  I did manage to get my 3 mile reps in each in <7:30 min/mile pace.  I am going to make the other three up tomorrow because I am bound and determined to have a good week this week.

I hurried through a shower and grabbed some food and climbed in the car to head to get her.  I had to stop by Petco and get the essentials (leash, collar, treats, food) and then I was down there within an hour.

She wasn’t the biggest fan of the car and cried for about 15 minutes but she finally fell asleep in my lap.  Heading to the clinic when I got back was so hard but I finished up in about two and a half hours and was able to head home and get her.

So now we are hanging out on the couch, she is passed out (quite a big day for her).  Wish she could head for my run with me tomorrow, but at the moment a block takes about 20 minutes, so we may have to give that some time…

Planes, Trains and Automobiles

Traveling is always glamorous in theory, not so much in reality.  Yesterday we had to take two trains in Philly just to be able to get to the airport.  Then we wandered down just about every terminal in the whole place looking for food finally settling on Chickie & Petes which wasn’t as impressive as I had hoped it would be.  Part of the problem I’m sure is that I started getting sick through out Sunday and was in a full blown fit of congestion so I couldn’t really taste much.

We boarded the first plane and I settled in to my book.  I only had about 100 pages left and was in the thick of things so I passed that flight rather quickly.

Upon arriving in Atlanta, we took the plain train to our next terminal and found a starbucks.  I got a tall skinny peppermint mocha for a travel treat and then we headed to our gate to await our boarding call.

I once again kicked back in my uggs and tights and finished my book, leaving me with nothing for the next flight but the work I should have been getting done the whole time.  I only managed to get the introduction to my paper written in the short flight from Atlanta but at least I had accomplished something.

As the travel wore on I felt like I was just getting sicker and sicker so by the time I actually made it hope I was just getting frustrated.  They say if you are sick from the neck up that running might make it better and I really wanted to get back on track so I hit the road for a short, easy 4 miler.  I can’t say it made me feel better for long but I don’t think it made it worse so thats a plus.

So that got me wondering, do you run when you are feeling not your best?  And how do you know when it is okay and when it’s not?  Any insight will be much appreciated because I don’t think this is going anywhere fast…