Today I woke with daylight streaming through my windows. A benefit of not having to work until this afternoon. But a peculiar experience all the same as I would normally have been up hours prior, even if my first appointment was not ’til noon.
Awake in darkness. Out in darkness. Running in darkness.
This has been my norm for quite some time now.
Taking the week off running is like a vacation. A vacation where I still have to work. As in work work. But a vacation nonetheless. I guess it’s been so long since I’ve had a good getaway that I’m now sated to call sleeping until past daybreak a veritable vacation.
Note to self that this must be addressed with due haste.
I do find myself more relaxed though. A product perhaps of finally getting some decent sleep after a couple of months of modicum REM patterns.
It’s a funny thing this overtraining. I run to relax myself. So when the first signs of stress popped up I ran more to combat the stress. Only to feel more stress as my sleep became affected. So I ran more.
And then poof! I’m overtrained without seeing it coming.
Apparently the signs were there. Palpable to all. Patently obvious, dare I say, to a precious few. Yet I remained somehow and somewhat oblivious — despite some niggling suspicions.
Come to think of it, I’m fairly certain my coming out process could be summed up in the same manner. Reread the paragraph above and you’ll get what I mean. (It’s funny because it’s true 😊)
Maybe I’ve always been a smidge slow at getting to know myself. Maybe this week will help with that. It’s that or I continue to use my extra time doing anatomy and physiology review. But even I find the subject of me more interesting than being immersed in medical text.
Saturday will be my first run since last weekend.
That’s not too far away.