In my opinion, the only thing good about January is that it's over in a couple of days. And good riddance! I've had a lousy month, athletically / health speaking. We returned back to Boston after a truly lovely trip back home (Cleveland) to visit with family over the holidays. That's when it started. First, a neck spasm that had me jacked up on muscle relaxers and prescription pain killers for 4 days. In addition to keeping me from traveling on my first business trip for my new job (and therefore actually STARTING my new job as scheduled - nothing like starting off with 3 sick days, eh?), I was completely blocked from training for a full week.
Ok, well, a week isn't the end of the world. So after I find a good chiropractor who has me on a great program of PT, I'm back to it. Whew. I ramp back up to my usual training levels over the course of a week, and am rolling again, full steam ahead. Woo Hoo!
Then the stomach bug hits. HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING?!? I'm never sick. Ok, well, never is a strong word. I'm rarely sick. But this took me out for 5 days, which included my previously scheduled January race, Derry. You can read all about the fun that Claire and Mary had at the race, while I was at home, wishing I was suffering along with them. I missed out on Derry last year because I was babying my injured calf, to insure I'd make it to the starting line for Boston in April. So I HAD to run Derry this year! I simply HAD to!!!!!!
I'm back. Really, I'm back. The neck is better, and with ongoing PT I'll be better than new. And the stomach thing is gone. And hey, who am I to snub my nose at loosing a few pounds? Ok, not the greatest weight loss plan in the world, but, I'll take it.
I'm done with the whining, I'm done with the worrying, I'm just back to training, with my eyes set on next season.
But I won't be sad when January is a thing of the past.
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