It’s almost funny that on Tuesday, I was still planning to wake up Wednesday morning for an early pre-work run. Hah! Little did I know, I would be spending all of Thursday and Friday laying in bed, coughing up a lung with a constant supply of Kleenex in hand.
I Feel Miserable!
When you haven’t been sick for a while, you forget how amazing it feels to be well! All I have been yearning to do is run. It’s the most frustrating feeling in the world but I should keep it in mind the next time I don’t “feel like running.” Having the ability to run is a gift. Gratitude is so very important.
Ordinarily, having two days during the week to spend at home would be super exciting and productive. Not when you’re sick. I wish I could say this has even been slightly enjoyable. I guess if it was, then I would be too well to warrant a sick day in the first place. I have spent a little time napping but a lot of time attempting to catch up on work from home and of course a significant time investment in coughing.
On the bright side, I feel much better today than I did yesterday and I feel infinitely clearer this afternoon than I did this morning. Maybe a few more naps and early to bed will mean I feel ok in the morning?
The Dreaded Race
I wouldn’t be so worried about this cold if the Lady Track Shack 5k wasn’t tomorrow! Why did I sign up for this race? Had I known I would be sick, I certainly wouldn’t have. In my last post, I grappled with letting go of PR hopes. Now things have declined to the point that I’m seriously considering whether or not I will even be able to run tomorrow. I’m going to have to feel really bad in the morning to opt out of this race. I refuse to quit and I better be literally incapable of making it through 3.1 miles for me to bow out of a commitment. Is it even healthy to race with a cough like this? I have no idea. At least it’s a short distance, right?
Oh well! I’ll let you all know what happens. In the mean time, I’m going to try to get in a bit more sleep. This is when your body repairs itself after all. Here’s to hoping!
Have you ever raced sick? If you have, did you rise to the challenge or live to regret it?