I learned` some time ago that, in order to have my physical and mental health, I need to maintain a tripod. Diet, rest, and exercise all need to be present and in balance. When one of the legs of that tripod is missing, things go askew. When two of them are missing, life comes unstuck a little. When all three go, everything – and I mean everything – goes sideways.
This past week, I lost track of rest and exercise. Lots of stress in my life lately, and the lingering effects of that 35K barefoot run, plus a very busy daily schedule, meant that I couldn’t keep the balance I need. Tuesday was probably the worst. I came very close to zombiedom on Tuesday.
But I knew that, if only I got some decent sleeps, the rest would follow. And that’s what happened. I made sure that I kept eating properly and well, and I struggled to get all – or at least most – of the sleep I needed. I took the dog for lots of walks, I didn’t run, and I tried not to worry.
This morning, I went for my first run after last Saturday’s Niagara 50K Ultra. I ran 5K barefoot, on my favourite local sidestreets, and in a light rain. I offered cheerful hellos to everyone I saw, dog-walkers, other runners, and even a couple of squirrels.
I think I’ve got my mojo back.