Week Six

First (and with any luck, Only) illness of the training season. Just a head cold, nothing serious, and it's clearing up, slowly but surely. It's a reminder of how training with this team is so different from training competitively. I'm not being yelled at to ignore the pain and train harder, to suck it up and keep going, instead I'm encouraged to take care of my body. This isn't like Basic Training where they tear you down and built you back up the way they want you, this is about working with your body and respecting your limits - two completely different schools of thought and it's taking some getting used to!

Ross has started running with me.

He needs it to build up his cardio/endurance to pass his next PT test. I consider myself pretty good in that department; I'm more interested in the mileage and working on technique.

As I hoped, he's a really good running partner, keeps the same pace, and - I think from his military training - he automatically matches my step/rhythm; it's kinda funny.
I missed Tuesday because of a meeting for the up-coming More To Life weekend, and Ross came with on Thursday and Saturday.

Saturday's run was good because it cleared my sinuses a little bit, and it forced me to listen to my body and only push myself a little bit instead of pushing too hard like I'm used to doing.
Things my body was telling me:
My ankle still hurt from last weekend a little bit, and I rolled it again going over some rocks. I could have run on it, it didn't hurt too bad, but it was much better to walk instead and get the miles in without doing more damage.
And, of course, I was sick. I could mostly breath, but stopped at the 6 mile point instead of pushing on to the 8 mile point where the majority of the team was going.

Also got a lot of work done outside this weekend. Weeding and dead-heading in the front flowerbed, re-stacked a pallet of bricks, and moved a heap of sand away from the end of the driveway. There were three lizards and two snakes living in the brick pile that I had to evict. I'm not terribly fond of snakes, but they were really little and I wasn't surprised to find them, they were actually sort of cute.

My company is providing a flu shot today. Don't want to go get it. I'm not at high risk of catching the flu in the first place, and my body REALLY doesn't like getting stuck with needles - the odds are about 80% that I'll pass out, even though it's tiny needle and over in about 2 seconds *shrug* I don't understand it, and it's not a conscious fear, but 4/5 times I still end up on the floor.