When We Were Young

Typed in March, post in April unedited. Like many people, I have good days and bad days. Recently, what is considered a good v. bad day has changed a bit. And yesterday was a bad day. Not a Bad Day or even BAD DAY, but bad day still. There is a base-line anxiety in everything that happens it seems and I am not immune from that. Sometimes it rises up more than expected or is harder to push back down that is expected. Yesterday, I did a shorter run than my training plan called for, but I've already anticipated that I'm cancelling the marathon if it isn't cancelled for us. So, that was okay. The run... meh not so much. It wasn't awful but it was a lot of work and, throughout the day, took more and more out of me until, by the end I was just kind of toast. Right now is not a time that one wants to feel toasted. Because, in my little brain of brains, toasted me sickness and sickness means something else entirely. As I was falling asleep though, I realized that I didn't want to feel that way (not that anyone does I think...). So I thought why not just NOT feel that way. Focus on the good. Focus on the next things. Focus on what you can control. I am not sure how successful I will be at this, but I'm going to try because... what else can I do?