Tuesday, October 18, 2016
So, I ran the Army 10 miler on Sunday the 9th. Monday the 10th we walked all over DC sightseeing. Tuesday we were in the car for 7 hours driving home and during that drive I kept saying my throat felt funny, but I also felt some seasonal allergies had flared up while we were in DC so I wasn't giving it too much credence. Wednesday, I did my first short run after the race and just felt "off" the whole time. By Wednesday night my throat was so sore I was beginning to wonder if I actually had strep but I know to wait these things out. Thursday I went back to work and the first words out of my bosses mouth were "Are you feeling OK, you sound funny." I took a walk after work, just because my body was craving movement. By Friday, the sore throat was dissipating but I still didn't feel well.
Saturday morning, I woke up feeling really lousy and to the news that two people I love had passed away. My favorite brother-in-law's father died and also my longtime running partner. When I got that news, even though I wasn't feeling great, I just wanted to run to honor Pete, and so I did.
When I got home from that run, I was coughing like crazy and things went downhill from there. I spent the entire weekend feeling lousy both physically and emotionally.
On Monday, I got up and made myself go to work. Honestly I hate calling in on Mondays or Fridays - people tend to snark that you're trying to lengthen your weekend and even though I never abuse sick days, I really didn't even want someone to joke with me about it. I dragged myself through the day, and then I went to calling hours for Pete. I needed to formally say good-bye.
But last night, I never slept as I spent the whole night coughing and so today, I called in and I'm making myself rest.
Last weekend when I told Mr. Helen I was in a perfect storm to get sick, little did I know. I can't even recall the last time I was this sick. It sucks because we are in the midst of record breaking temperatures and it's like summer has come back to visit - and though my brain is telling me to get out and run, I just feel lousy.
I'm pretty sure I didn't even take this much time to recover from a full marathon although I don't remember getting this sick either. You know I'm hoping this resolves itself soon so I can get back to a regular routine before my left brain convinces me I've lost all ability to run or eat healthy lol!