I ran a 5K last week. I didn’t even have a race report, because I went to bed that day. And slept. In the days before the race, I lifted (without gloves) in the gym…(I’m sure this is where I got the virus)…and then swam at 6am in the gym pool the day before the race. Sunday came, and I didn’t even get online. Since coming home Monday, I’ve hacked up a lung (nice visual), and am still sick.
I’m on an inhaler, antibiotics, cough drops, aspirin, Mucinex (had to stop that due to a weird rash), and water. And, I’ve been there for 8 days.
No running, no gym. In the old days, I would have sucked it up, laced up, and got out there. Then look for sympathy for something I did to myself that was so stupid…
Today, I head to the gym, for some light walking on the treadmill, try to lift a few weights. But. If it doesn’t work out, I can’t beat myself up with my old runners’ head. This time, I’m smart. And, I know that I will feel better at some point.
In the middle of a training program, some drama must certainly fall. Whether it’s being sick, or some life changing event, we simply must deal with it the best way we can. So I write the letter S (for sick, not rest) on my plan…for 8 days. To signify that sometimes, life hands you the cards and your little plans take a back seat.
I hate when that happens.