My Macbook just blinked a reminder at me: “Unfuck your blog!” Apparently I set that up for Friday at 11:30 in a fit of New Year’s-related “Unfuck all the things!” a few days ago. (Anyone who has no idea what I’m talking about needs to start reading Unfuck Your Habitat, stat.) The other thing it blinks at me on a daily basis is “Unfuck your fitness!” Because, yes. I haven’t blogged in ages because I had another run, in November, of being sick all the time. Not just a little sniffly, but lying in bed for days at a time feverish and unable to get up sick for three weeks. Stomach flu, sinus infection, sore throats galore, all back-to-back. After all that subsided I made the conscious decision to stop running for a month. Then I got stomach flu again, but that’s beside the point.
The good news is that, having recently started running again, I don’t feel as unfit as I expected. Slow, but not pathetically slow. Was the break good or necessary? To be honest, I don’t think it was necessary. Running didn’t make me run down; lack of sleep and poor stress/anxiety management made me run down. Now with probiotics, multivitamins, and a Cheekmeister theoretically capable of sleeping for 12 hours (as in: he did it twice, thus inspiring unreasonable, easily-dashed hopes for all the other nights) it’s a new year, new start, and all the other cliches.
I’ll be back soon with a cheek update (spoiler: SO CUTE SO MOBILE SO MUCH PERSONALITY) and more running blather. For now the 20 minutes of unfucking are up, so it’s time for a so-well-deserved coffee break.) Happy new year!