Have you ever been too exhausted to sleep?
That may sound impossible, but trust me, it’s not.
Yesterday I ran another half-marathon, my third this year. However, unlike the two cushy races I did in warmer climes, this one was in Minnesota. In March. During one of the worst winters ever.
As I exited my car near the starting line, I felt like crawling right back inside. The temperature was about 20 degrees with steady winds. The course was rolling and more hilly than I anticipated. It was also a faster group of athletes than I am used to; I saw the eventual winner fly past me on the out-and-back course before I even made it to the turnaround.
Like everyone else there, I struggled against the wind but kept going because the alternative – walking – would prolong the misery of being outside, cold and wet.
When I finished, I hightailed it back to my car and to a hot shower.
I ran around doing different things for the rest of the day and evening, but when it came time to actually go to sleep, I couldn’t. Argh.
This used to happen to me often in residency. I’d work and work and work, and even though I was physically exhausted, when it was time to rest I couldn’t turn my brain off and sleep.
So it looks like today is going to be the kind of day that coffee was made for! At least I don’t have to run outside. I’ll give myself a pass on that one.