If you follow me on any other source, you know I've been fighting a cold basically this entire week - I woke up last Saturday with that pre-sickness lump in my throat, went gallavanting through the snow on an amazing snowshoeing adventure, and woke up on New Year's Eve feeling like death. Since then, I've progressed and moved backwards throughout the week (no thanks to that red-eye flight back to Atlanta) and here I am... antsy as ever.
I've got a marathon in 29 days, people!
Needless to say, I'm a little frazzled at the fact that I haven't ran since Sunday, nor have had the energy to even go hop on a bike just to go do something. I'm contemplating that tomorrow. I've been googling 'running while sick' or 'running with a chest cold' but deep down, I know the best answer is rest. You see, my colds aren't just colds - anything more than laying up on the couch for a week sends me into a downward spiral towards a bronchial infection with a side of asthmatic tendencies and basically, it sucks.
I'm pounding myself with orange juice, taking it easy, loading up on Sudafed during the day and knocking out with NyQuil every evening. I'm just not good at resting. I never have been. (Now you can imagine what I was like after both knee surgeries!)
But here I am. Losing a full week of training. Antsy. Nerves are kicking in after all this marathon talk with my family at home. And I just want to run. Help convince me that I should be resting - I know I should be, but please... words of encouragement, support? Tell me that missing a week won't kill me in three weeks? I don't want to look like this come Surf City day:
What's your mantra while sick - are you on the couch, or are you out pounding pavement anyway?