I know I'm being lame, and I really do want to get outside. It's 42 degrees right now, the sun is shining, and there is STILL something like 6 inches of snow on the ground! But the paths are finally all cleared! Glorious running weather!
But I woke up this morning way too congested. I've felt the cold growing the last few days, but I've chosen to ignore it. I've felt the cloudy-headedness sink in, I've experienced the icky sensation of waking up with more and more congestion each morning, and then today is the first morning that it's actually negatively affecting my breathing - in addition to the congestion, there's a cough and sneezing and runny eyes. A bad cold/flu took over my household last week, but I thought that zinc and willpower would keep it from affecting me. Ha ha.
It hasn't fully taken over yet, but it's already affecting me. I know what happens when I run on these days: I have no energy. It's hard. I get frustrated. I get upset. I get no good exercise out of it. If it's even safe to run today - I'm quite lightheaded.
Do you have any suggestions, lest this continue for another day? It's hard to know where to find the line between mildly sick (which running might help) or actually sick (which running might make worse). How do you decide?
I think I'm going to try to go to a spinning class tonight, for starters, unless I feel much worse. At least then I'll be moving for a full hour, and I can put in as much or as little effort I'm capable of.
MY QUEST TO QUALIFY NOT JUST FOR THE OLYMPIC TRIALS BUT FOR THE 2016 OLYMPICS IN THE MARATHON (to do this I will need to halve my marathon time)
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"
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