I couldn't quite figure out why I felt so exhausted this week, so unmotivated. I had an upset stomach Monday and Tuesday, so I didn't workout and that was fine. I ran with Kristin Wednesday despite my stomach still feeling gross - it was so nice to see her and just get in an easy run - but Thursday and Friday I did nothing again.
I forced myself to run Saturday despite feeling totally unhappy about it, and I felt rundown and low-energy the entire time. Sunday, Elizabeth and I did another short run, but my stomach hurt again and I had trouble breathing. Could be humidity. Could be other stuff.
I think maybe I was just emotionally drained. Matt has been away all week to be with his Nana. She's been sick for a long time, but this week she was taken off all her medications and isn't eating or drinking. He's planning to probably stay with her until she passes, but we don't know how long that will be. I can't be with him because I'm starting work this week. I think the emotional burden of all that - wanting to be there for him, the constant worry and anticipation over what will happen and when, being alone, being anxious about work, feeling guilty for wishing he could be here with me - has just completely drained me.
I really didn't want to turn this post into a post about all that but...there it is.
So I ran three times this week and did nothing else. It is what it is; sometimes life happens, and I don't know when I'll be back on top of things, so I just have to take it one day at a time.