I almost did a full week 7. I was so close to finishing the full week. I completed days one and two, but day three never happened.
I was really shocked that I completed days 1 and 2. I knew this week would be harder, and I won't lie and say it was surprisingly easy. It was hard. However, I found that I could push myself, make myself work a little harder, and I could do it. I was so proud, and I was ready to finish week 7 and take on week 8 without any problem.
Then, not long after my second week 7 run, life caught up with me. I think I was just really stressed and tired, but I felt like I just couldn't do anything right. I felt tense and week, and to be honest more than one tear was shed over the past week. I often wonder if I'm really reacting to some subconscious memory when I start feeling like that, but either way the week did not end half as well as it began. To add insult to injury, when I woke up Friday morning I felt down-right icky. My nose was stuffy, my throat was dry. Everything felt blah, and my whole body ached. While it may have been the onset of a small cold, I still think it was really just life catching up. So, instead of waking up early and running, I slept. I finally got up, but I only moved to the couch until I had to get up for an appointment. Thank goodness for the appointment, because I really would have felt like a lump if I'd slept all day.
While I'd like to set quite a few different goals for this week, I have to be honest with myself and make my only goal to be to catch up with life. Last week I felt like I was drowning. This week I need to fight to keep my head above water. Maybe I'll fit a run in. Maybe I won't. If I do, great. If I don't, oh well. As long as I'm getting something done I'll be happy.