I went to bed last night with my heart in my ears (or so it felt). The pressure in my sinuses kept any thought of sleep off the table (and bed). I tried concentrating on my breathing, but that didn’t last too long. After hours of tossing and turning, the alarm at 4:43am wasn’t a wake up call, but a reminder of how many hours I’d been up already. Unfortunately I wasn’t visited by three ghosts, nor did my brain have me do anything productive.
Was I supposed to have a night like that? Was I supposed to be a zombie on the day that followed? What can I learn from that?
It’s probably a bi-product of having trained last year, but I really don’t like having nights and days like that. As the countdown for this year’s event gets ever closer, missing just one day (training or not) really stinks. In the past, I wouldn’t really care if I let a day go by without being productive. Right now I don’t want it to happen again. In a few blinks of the eye (notice I didn’t say sleeps) it will be mid summer, and I have so much to do before then. My time devoted to working out will take time from my ‘other’ life, and my ‘other’ life doesn’t have time to give. Neither one of my personalities wants to yield. And so the pressure builds.
