Some weeks are just not your week. As I've said before, it is like torture for me to take days off from running. Obviously with my foot, I had to rest. Tuesday and Wednesday I rested and my foot was feeling great, so Thursday I road my bike up to the trails, ran a great 8 mile out and back. When I was heading back down the hill on my bike, I swerved away from a car that driving to fucking close. I thought I caught my balance and then the next second, I am splayed out on the road. I fell hard. Surprisingly only bruised and scraped up my left patella and got a sore left pinky finger. It hurt, but I didn't cry. I just got back on my bike and road home with my knee bleeding like crazy . I walked to work that night deciding I needed a break from my bike. Friday the plan was to do a 25k out on Diablo with Will. I woke-up feeling sick, but tried to claim it was just allergies. And, I had body aches like crazy, not sure if it was from my fall and/or potentially being sick. Either way, I was like fuck it were running Mt. Diablo. It all started great and then about 3 miles in, I felt like shit. I was shaking, nauseous, and dizzy. And, every single time I tried to run, my body said, "nope, we're walking today honey." We got a lovely 5 mile hike in for the remainder. I was sad, upset, and just irritated by the fact that I so badly wanted to run. Obviously my body has been giving me signals to just rest, but of course, I worry about loosing fitness, deeply miss having my daily routine, and just plain crave running. Well, after my wonderful bonk at Diablo, Will and I went to grab some food and then I iced my knee, which was lovely and swollen. As it started to cool off outside, I asked Will if he wanted to go to the track. I'm telling you, I had to run. I haven't been to the track in probably a year, possibly more, but speed sounded fun. We did a nice warm-up mile and then I did three fast miles (5:49, 5:49, and 5:47). I was in disbelief, they were consistently fast... yay! Shit the last time I did a track workout I think my mile repeats were like 6:30's. I had regained some confidence that my week with rest had not made me slower and I was just super happy. I finished each of those miles feeling good and strong. So maybe it was my week after all, a little rest can go a long ways, and I should be back out on the trails today.