Funny, last week in Chicago we got about 14 inches of snow and I was really looking forward to going home to NC to get some warmer weather and maybe a run or two outside. I had a panic attack, first in a while, before my flight Thursday so that meant with meds for that I was groggy all day Friday. I worked, picked up my oldest daughter from school and took a nap. I was expecting to wake and go for a run. Well, by the time I woke that evening, there were 3 inches of snow on the ground. Man, I am just bad luck for snow lately. Escpecially as I am training for 2 races this spring. Well, screw it, I got a couple of treadmill runs in on Sat and Sun.
I got back to Chicago Sunday night, and today is Monday. I walked home from work and the flurries were blowing pretty hard here. I thought it would mess me up again. Today was a semi-rest day anyway, so I took some Ibuprophen for some neck pain and took another little nap. Woke up really groggy and the snow had put down about an inch. I was not looking forward to walking on a treadmill for an hour. I decided to do some strength training. Usually, all my weight lifting comes after about an hour of aerobic workout. Tonight, I just went for the weights and it felt really good. I don;t like to get hot and sweaty in the weight room and then head out to the 20 degree weather, but I really needed a walk for sanity sake anyway. It took me a bit to change out of the lifting clothes and into some warm gear and by then, I had stopped sweating mostly, but was still warm from the lifting. I put on a lot of gear because I was only planning to walk. It felt GREAT. I had just the right amount of layering. The freezing air was nice and cold on my legs giving them some life after doing squats and just the spitting of flurries made it feel good on the exposed parts.
5 weeks to the Cooper River Bridge run. I don't know how I will feel for a 6 mile run yet. I wanted to test a 5 miler over the weekend, but couldn't, other than the treadmill which I don't really count.
My panic attack was set off at the airport, not by any travel related fear, but because I kept thinking I saw the old girlfriend. I could not take that right now. I have so much I want to say to her, but I have ruined those chances. I can't get out of my head the first few times she and I spoke. I had seen her months earlier and would see her at different places on campus. I was smitten from the first time I saw her. I remember exactly where I was standing. We were introduced by a fraternity brother of mine and as I got to know her more, I knew this was the person I wanted to be with forever. I was an idiot. I was immature. And I guess, I was just wrong for her.