Always listen to your... (...body? No...) ...spouse!

Going on back to thursday evening, I was feeling pretty bad, and was actually wondering if I should cancel that evening's 1h run. On the previous post I mentioned something about being quite tired, and this had started to accumulate to a state where I was actually quite unhappy on my personal behaviour. The thing is that, when I get tired enough I get pretty moody (I've heard this happens to other people as well :o), and now I was getting really moody to the people I love the most (my family). As I pondered on going for the run or not, my wife said "go on and have the run, who knows, maybe it even cheers you up a bit".

So running I went. 2 cms (a bit less than 1 inch) of fresh snow on the roads and walk-ways, temperature a little below 0˚ Celsius, so very slippery. An boy, did I suffer on the first kilometres. My whole body was putting up an opinion on whether I should continue or not, and I think the weight was on the latter option. I kept running however.

And after 6 kilometres everything changed. Somebody clicked the "on" button in me, and some odd power- and mental-reserves kicked in. And I'm not talking about runners high (yes I know how it feels), this was something else, almost like the desperate mindset of the previous days was melting to something unknown, but positive. The running suddenly felt better, I don't mean I flied or anything, but it went notably better. The important thing, however, was the basic-mindset. Minutes before I was actually deciding not to wake up next morning on 5:25 to get to the swimming-centre, and now I was playing with a thought of extending the session a few minutes to fit in some more drills.

And the peculiar thing about the mindset was, and is, that it kept going also after the run. Next morning I would get up and do the swim-session, continue to have a quite good day at the office, and finally spend the rest of the evening driving 400 kms to my parent's house on the west-coast of Finland. I was and am tired, no doubt about that, but somehow I have got over it mentally.

And today, as I'm writing this on my dad's PC, I'm planning on going to the final 2h run with my brother (he'll take the bike ;)). And actually positively waiting for it.

So what to say as a conclusion? Always listen to your... (...body? No...) ...spouse? I guess that's it :)
I realised that she's probably been wathcing my endeavours with the trainings etc. so long, she's developed a seventh sence on understanding me and my body better than I am (I was told women already have a sixth sence but was not told what it was).

Maybe I should also consult her on my training and racing planning too!!