Funny how little things change. Six years ago I wrote about needing a break from the thing I loved most- running. What started out as a forced recovery from injury has become a yearly tradition. Each year during the holidays I take a break from running. Sometimes it’s physically necessary. Sometimes it’s mentally necessary. It’s always a good decision. This year I took over a month off to recover from a hysterectomy. For the first time in almost 8 years, I have nothing planned. No races. No training cycles to jump into. I’ll admit it feels freeing to do what I want. I’ve been showing my spin bike a lot of love. The road will be there when I’m ready, just like it was after I wrote this post.
Taking a Break
Too much of a good thing can be, well, too much.
Take chocolate, for example. Most definitely a good thing, but in high doses can cause even the biggest Willy Wonka fan a stomach ache. Ask my brother.
One Easter, when we were younger and ignorant of food pyramids and nutrition labels, my brother decided that if one bite of chocolate was good, the whole basket much be sensational. Halfway home from Grandma’s house, he was singing a different tune as we made an emergency roadside pitstop. I won’t go into details, but I’ll just say that he rarely overindulged on candy after that.
I may not have a problem abstaining from baskets full of chocolate- although it is still a fantasy of mind to live in a house made of donuts- I can, and often do, overdo my running.