This week was a scheduled cut-back week, and luckily (or unluckily) the illness that started with my son and then moved on to my husband over the last two weeks hit my three-year-old hard on Monday night. Her fever stayed in the 101+ range (topping out at 104) until Thursday.
My coach told me to start on a Vitamin C and zinc regimen but, alas, by Wednesday evening I was sick too with a low-grade fever and body aches from Hell. I took Thursday completely off, my first day not running since March 25, spending most of the day on the couch with my daughter’s pillow unicorn. Alora told me the unicorn’s “magical, swirly horn would mend me.” Kind of, I guess. She’s a budding believer in homeopathy.
On Friday I attempted the workout I skipped Thursday, but didn’t complete it and ended up miserable on the couch, until that night when I started feeling better but my voice started to go. I actually ran my long run on Saturday morning well, but afterward my voice turned into nothing but a rasp. Sigh. Thank goodness this coincided with a scheduled down week!
Sunday: 6 mile run, 11 mile bike ride with my daughter on the tag-a-long bike attached and my son on his bike.
Monday: 8 miles, recovery pace pushing the stroller.
Tuesday: 9 miles, pushing the stroller. Upper body/core in the evening. I ran in 75-degree weather and my little sicky napped.
Wednesday: 10 miles, pushing the stroller. Very warm again, little one napped again.
Friday: 8 treadmill miles, with 2.5 @6:40. Ewww. Upper body/core in the evening.
Saturday: 14 miles, with last three fast (7:15, 6:55, 6:40). Chaperoned prom in the evening with no voice. 50 quick pushups.
Weekly total: 55 miles, two core workouts