This week has been a little frustrating. My knee has been sore since Saturday's run, but nowhere near as bad as before I switched shoes. The girls have been sick again, and yesterday I could tell I was fighting off whatever they were trying to give me. The family was gone yesterday afternoon to co-op and I was home for the holiday. It was a cold, gray, drizzly day but I knew I needed to get out and run. So I got all gussied up in my gear and opened the front door and...decided that I didn't really want to run. That's never happened before. I turned around, put on some warm clothes, and ended up going to bed early.
Today I woke up and thought about calling in sick, but knew if I did my chances for this weekend's race might be in jeopardy. I went to work and ended up getting better as the day went on. I was ready to roll when I got home and the sky had even cleared out. It was still bitterly cold, but I went 6.5 miles anyway. And now I feel much better.
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