I am a firm believer in the notion of listening to your body. This has been especially true as I ask my body to do things that most would never even dream of asking of their bodies — like training for and then running a marathon.
So, in the wee hours of the night as I grew more and more uncomfortable, I began considering that I might not need to run those missed training miles. And, as I woke to the scolding of my sore neck yelling, “LISTEN HERE YOUNG LADY…” I decided that I didn’t need to complete the additional miles which were scheduled for today either.
Instead, I’ve eaten a small breakfast, downed 800 mg of Advil (along with my frequently forgotten multivitamin), draped a bag of corn across my neck, and crawled back into bed with a hot latte.
The need for a trip to the dreaded waiting room will be determined shortly.