So, on Friday afternoon, I confidently posted that is would be back on track on the weekend, ready to run a trail race on Sunday. It wasn't to be ... I have only done 18km for the whole week!!
We had an awesome dinner at our house on Friday night with 4 of my dear running friends and their partners. We ate well and some drank really well. It was a late night (the latest that I have had in longer than I can remember which has made my oldest daughter really proud). I wasn't sure that I would wake up early enough to meet the girls for a run and I think I they had me almost convinced that since I wasn't fully recovered, I should rest. When I did wake up on Saturday, my chest was closed tight and running was not an option at all. In fact, neither yoga nor Pilates was an option and I was really mad!
I had almost no voice, which my family quite enjoyed, and it felt difficult to breath. So, I faced the reality of another day of forced rest.
Off we went to movies. Ian and I saw a great SA movie called Material and I highly recommend seeing it if you are in SA. For me it was about following your heart and risking cutting off your family and friends in that pursuit. I laughed and I cried and I walked out smiling!