I’m going through one of those rare and strange phases where I decide to not drink coffee for a while. This usually happens about once every six to twelve months and usually coincides, as it did this time, with running out of coffee at home. The crazy part is that I was just at the grocery store yesterday and I didn’t but any coffee even though I knew and remembered that I had none left. I decided that I had a whole cupboard full of various types of tea that should do the trick for a while.
Tea is nice. I like tea. But, tea is not coffee. I’ve made it through two days without coffee. During that whole time I’ve been very sleepy. Yesterday I took a 90-minute nap! On the run this morning I was totally unmotivated. My body felt fine and wasn’t really tired, but my mind was just not in it. I kept trying to get myself to just turn around and walk home.
I still support this break from coffee, though. It seems like a good idea to cleanse/detox once in a while. The best part about these coffee breaks, though, is when you break out of them. That first cup of coffee is so great and powerful and reminds you why you should never stop drinking it again. I can’t wait for that first cup…
Footnote: Tuesday’s run in the Adidas felt fine on my injured left foot. Today’s run in the Mizunos hurt my foot again. (I wonder if the Mizunos are getting worn out. They’ve only got 300 miles on them, but they're a pretty light racing flat style – do those wear out quicker?) I think it was a good hurt, though. When I got back I flexed my foot and gently rolled it forward so that the toes were tucked under and back. When I did this I felt a little shift/clunk. It felt like some foot bone or tendon/ligament fell back into place. Maybe it was a dislocated metatarsal (see #11 below).
Photo: Dr. Nelson