Saturday, I decided to call sick for probably one of the only times I have in six seasons as a pacer. I hated myself but the reality was that there was no way I was going to get through 12 miles (or even my scheduled 20) on a cold in humid warm temperatures. Instead, I would probably have to drop out and be sicker than I was originally for trying to push. I didn't like missing it. But I knew it was the best thing for myself. The other part of me was pissed for missing the 20 miler. For runners, this is a huge hurdle. But its okay because I have another one in a few weeks.
Sunday, Lori and I took the kids to Busch Gardens to enjoy some time together as a family. We wanted to get their early so Avery could enjoy the park one last time before it got dark and scary for kids. We had a blast. We ran into the Mautes and hung out. Avery and Chet played, rode together, and won stuffed animals. Watching through their eyes of imagination is a lot of fun. We also got to ride a few rides for us adults too. The day was just what our family needed, some time way from work, school, and running. Just us four enjoying the amazing weather and Busch Gardens.
Lesson learned this week: Listen to your body.