Today was one of those days where I should've listened to both my body and my husband. Shocking admission on the last one there, I know.
It's been a long two+ weeks for me. I had a huge transcription project that took me at least a week to complete - including a 9-hr day one Saturday and 5 hours on the Sunday, I had a conference to prepare for and attend last weekend down in North Hollywood, and this week work has been unbelievable with a 3-day mediation in progress over a complicated trust litigation with which I was indoctrinated at my job when I started a little over a year ago. (Yes, this thing has been going on for over a year.) Last night things finally got hashed out, an agreement was signed . . . and over the last 3 days I've put in 28 hrs at work - 8.5 straight hours on Thursday and 12.5 straight hours yesterday. I finally got home last night around 9:15 after quickly stopping at McDonald's for a disgusting cheeseburger and fries. But I was starving!
All this culminated in me sleeping for almost 12 hours last night. I finally dragged myself out of bed at 10:00 this morning, then sat on the couch for another two hours talking myself into going on my run. Shorty told me to bag it and just rest, but oh no! I couldn't do that! I've hardly run in almost 2 weeks due to a bad kidney infection. I only ran 5 miles this past Wednesday when I was suppose to run 7. I have a freaking 50k coming up in February, for crying out loud! I can't bag a run because I'm exhausted. That would be stupid!
Well, I have to say, it was probably one of my top 5 worst runs. At about Mile 4.5 I was wishing I had my cell phone so I could call Shorty to come get me. Around Mile 7.5, the wheels totally fell off and I was completely dragging ass. Even the smallest of inclines had me walking. I managed a scorching 10:25 mm pace. I am, however, right proud that I managed to run up the last little hill to where I start my cool down walk - albeit at a snail's pace. But that's okay. I completely 8.75 of the schedule 10 - and I am now totally and completely exhausted.
I know part of the problem, besides working, working ... and working some more, is except for a holiday here and there, a day or two off to attend conference or a running event, I haven't had a vacation since last October. And I won't be getting one until May. I'm just plain ole worn out. As Shorty so aptly reminded me - I've been burning the candle at both ends and it's catching up with me.
Perhaps I should entertain the thought of listening to my body, as well as Shorty, and taking tomorrow off. . . . . We'll see.