The last few days have been a blur of fever, sore throat, body ache and general malaise. All in all, perfect for moaning and groaning and being in bed. In this case, my little girl and I were both out with a nasty bug.
Pain, illness and failure are good reality checks. Sometimes I am not very graceful about it and that makes the whole experience difficult. But, lately, I have been accepting of gaps in my running and yoga. I have learned to acknowledge the wisdom of the body.
There is something very primal about running that makes life struggles both real and metaphoric. Its a luxurious feeling of knowing that there will always be some thing new to learn, a new road to run and a life to be lived in all its fullness.