My body has been messin' with me this week. It really couldn't be at a worse time. I'm supposed to be in the final days of my training for the PF Chang's Marathon and the longest run I've done is 16 miles. I don't feel sick in the traditional sense but man am I tired. Lethargic. Pooped. My throat is dry, but not sore. My shoulders are tight, but not in pain. I'm going nuts trying to decide how hard to push my training.
I normally am very resolved to listening to my body and knowing when to back down from training - but sitting here at my desk looking out at the warm Arizona sun is making it very hard not to bust out and get in a quick run.
Though I would prefer NOT to be sick, I just wish my body would make up its damn mind.