So. Yeah. God, the alignment of the stars, my body, luck, fate, whatever. None of these things seems to want me to marathon train. Week two of my training plan and BOOM! Nailed with some horrendous illness. I was sick on Monday with what I thought was a cold, but by Tuesday afternoon I was passed out in bed shivering in my parka under the blankets. I stayed in bed, feverish, through my birthday (sob) on Wednesday. I felt slightly better by Thursday afternoon and even ran 4 miles, albeit slowly. I thought I was on the up and up, but even though I ran 6 easy miles, I felt worse on Friday. When my husband and I compared notes we realized his lesser version of what I had, the kids’ sore throats, and what I had, had to be strep throat. So we piled the family in the mom-mobile and hit urgent care for a rockin’ Friday night. Sure enough:
Salty Family: 0
The doc at the clinic said I had strep and a little extra-something going on in my lymph nodes so put me on some heavier duty antibiotics. I’m still not right, but slowly getting there. I ran easy again today and enjoyed it, but back to training this week? I’m not so sure about that. We shall see.
In the meantime, follow me on Snapchat: oneosalt. Like, Ginger, I’ll be snappin’ about my training (or antibiotics).
Mon: 6 easy back and forth in front of my house while my little sicky slept. Felt like I had a cold, but the weather was so nice and I’m on a plan, dammit, so got it done.
Wed: DYING AND LAYING IN A POOL OF SWEAT
Thu: Hmmm. Maybe I’m gonna be ok. 4 easy miles.
Fri: Nope. 6 easy miles, but that was probably dumb. Head and body aches, monster throat, and BLERG the rest of the day.
Sun: 6 easy miles, but operating around 75%.
Missed 12 x 400 and my 8 mile long run and a couple miles of easy running. Not too bad all things considered, but …