I had great intentions coming into this week. I was going to get back into the routine of working out 6 days, resting one. Life got in the way once again, though, and things did not really go according to plan.
I thought about trying to get into the spinning class again on Sunday but in the end I decided to rest. My legs were tired after last Saturday's run and honestly I was just feeling lazy. I don't know what has happened the last few weeks. I was really into the routine and now that I am out of it, I find it so much easier to make excuses.
Monday's plan was 5 miles. I thought it might be possible to run outside, too, but then Leo got sick. He wanted me to come to his doctor's appointment, which was at 5:50. We didn't get home until 7:00 and by then running was pretty much out. On Tuesday I did go to the gym. I was going to do 20 mins elliptical and 20 minutes on the treadmill with intervals. I got through the 20 mins on elliptical and was about 7 minutes into the treadmill part when Leo started bugging me to leave. Once again, laziness kicked in and I cut the work out short.
Wednesday the group met at Lunken. I was really hoping we would not run on the bike path because usually I find it so incredibly boring. Not only that, but there is a stretch of the path that is several miles long and always seems to be never ending. So, I got there Wednesday and not only were we running the bike path, but it was way colder than I thought and I under dressed. The schedule said we were going to do 7 miles, but the plan was changed to 30 minutes out and then turn around, so that is more like 6 miles for me. Lindsay and Holly were there so I stayed back with them for the first 30 mintues. It was so cold, though, no one was really saying much. Once we hit 30 minutes and turned I had run out of patience and decided to haul it back to the terminal because I was freezing. I didn't have my head gator which I usually put around my neck and pull up over my chin on really cold days, so the bottom half of my face was turning numb. I guess cold is a good motivator for me, because I just started passing everyone. The pace felt hard to me, so I started counting my steps to help myself from thinking about being tired. Eventually I made it up to another small group of people who I have been running with when Lindsay and Holly aren't there or I feel like picking up my pace. One of the women is a coach. The two of us broke away from that group and continued the hard pace. I have to say, if I had been alone I would have slowed down. I wanted to slow down, but having someone with me always helps. We ended up being the first people back, and I ran the last mile in 8:57. I think that is probably one of my fastest miles ever. Aside from my numb face, I was pretty happy. Running the bike path at night was kind of fun, too. I would never do it alone, but it was fun to look out and see all the lights of the airport and city.
Last night I went to the gym. I was going to the treadmill/elliptical combination again, but the gym was packed, and there were no elliptical machines with TVs open, so I just got on the treadmill and did an easy 3 miles. I felt like I was being kind of lazy again, but I was tired and not in the mood to push myself for the second night in a row.
Tomorrow the group is doing a 10K at Lunken (again!) I did this race last year and had a 10K PR which I beat in the Thanksgiving Day race. I am tired of Lunken and also feel like I need to get some more miles in, so I am going to be running with two girls from work who are also training for the Flying Pig. They live in Kentucky and we are meeting over there. I am not very familiar with that area, so it should be a nice change of scenery. The only thing that kind of makes me sad is that they sent me an e-mail saying that they both wear their I-pods the entire time and don't really talk. I like to have music when I am running alone, but not when I am with others. I feel like it kind of defeats the purpose of being with other people if you are just going to run as if they aren't there and not talk at all. I've never done more than 6 miles with music, so I need to beef up my playlist tonight to make sure I have enough songs to last that long.
Leo still isn't feeling well, so we are going back to the doctor this afternoon. Hopefully he can get some antibiotics and feel better, because honestly I am tired of hearing him whine. Why do men turn into gigantic babies whenever they are the least bit sick or hurt? I don't mind taking care of him sometimes, but its been a week now and I am losing patience. Oh, the joys of marriage.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thaw Out
I am tired of this ice. Seriously. Tomorrow is supposed to warm up but then there is more snow predicted for Tuesday. While I have been dreading my trip to Argentina, I would be lying if I said I'm not looking forward to some summer weather. That's the beauty of going to the southern hemisphere - its winter here and summer there. If I can manage to get some good runs in, I will be very happy.
The ice this week made running a challenge, but I couldn't take the treadmill. Our group met downtown on Wednesday and did two 2.5 mile loops. We ran mostly in the street and it really wasn't bad. I really pushed it and did 9:15 miles almost the entire way. The only uncomfortable moments were running across the purple people bridge where there was still lots of snow and ice, and also freezing wind. I was happy just to get out. I will do just about anything to avoid the treadmill.
I skipped out on a "wine and cheese" event after my training at work to go running. The CEO of the company came to speak, but after I had already been sitting for 9 hours listening to people talk, I had to get out of there and get moving. Maybe not the most career savvy decision, but it was for my sanity. I had two more days of talking to sit through. Who knew that listening could be so exhausting? Luckily, we wrapped up early on Friday afternoon and I was able to get to the gym and do 40 minutes on the elliptical. When I found out this training was in Cincinnati, I was kind of sad. Another girl in my department go to go to Montreal for this same thing last year, and I thought that sounded kind of fun. On Friday, though, I was so happy to be able to get in my car and drive home. The rest of the people who had flown in were mostly all stuck here for another night because of all the cancelled flights due to weather.
Yesterday there was still plenty of ice and snow on the sidewalks, so I was kind of curious about how the coaches were going to pull of the group run. We met at Crossroads in Oakley and the plan was to run 11.5 through Mariemont back to Oakley. The coaches actually drove through the streets earlier that morning to check on the road conditions and modified the route so that we would only be running where there is decent footing. Sometimes I question the motives of the training group (I'm sure they make tons of money and get tons of free advertising on top of that because everything they give us has a gigantic store logo on it.) Yesterday, though, I thought they really showed that they cared about our safety. Our head coach has a big mouth and loves to hear himself talk, but I think he is a good person at heart. My efforts to dislike him are failing. I can't hate a good guy.
The run went well, although none of the friends I usually run with showed up, so I ended up running most of the way alone. I took advantage of the time alone to clear my head of all the work stuff my brain had been filled with during the past week. Running through Mariemont is fun, too, because it is such a cute neighborhood. I had one strawberry banana GU left, which I used about 4 miles into the run. The group also supplied some Clif products. The gels are not my favorite because of the thick consistency (even thicker when they are cold) but as bad as it tastes, I can't deny the effectiveness of the double espresso Clif Shot. I think it has 100 mg of caffeine. I had one of these at about mile 7 of the run and I felt so energized for the last few miles. That's not the first time that has happened either. Last year on our 20 miler during fall marathon training the same thing happened. I guess I will keep choking them down because nothing beats the wave of energy. My average mile pace was 9:40 for that run. Very good for me. I am happy. I am thinking that a 4:30 marathon might actually be possible if I can pace myself well. That and if I can keep up with my training while I am away for a few weeks.
Hopefully some of this ice will melt tomorrow so I can get a run in after work. If not, I guess its treadmill time once again. This Thursday I will be two weeks away from leaving for warm and sunny weather. Woohoo!
The ice this week made running a challenge, but I couldn't take the treadmill. Our group met downtown on Wednesday and did two 2.5 mile loops. We ran mostly in the street and it really wasn't bad. I really pushed it and did 9:15 miles almost the entire way. The only uncomfortable moments were running across the purple people bridge where there was still lots of snow and ice, and also freezing wind. I was happy just to get out. I will do just about anything to avoid the treadmill.
I skipped out on a "wine and cheese" event after my training at work to go running. The CEO of the company came to speak, but after I had already been sitting for 9 hours listening to people talk, I had to get out of there and get moving. Maybe not the most career savvy decision, but it was for my sanity. I had two more days of talking to sit through. Who knew that listening could be so exhausting? Luckily, we wrapped up early on Friday afternoon and I was able to get to the gym and do 40 minutes on the elliptical. When I found out this training was in Cincinnati, I was kind of sad. Another girl in my department go to go to Montreal for this same thing last year, and I thought that sounded kind of fun. On Friday, though, I was so happy to be able to get in my car and drive home. The rest of the people who had flown in were mostly all stuck here for another night because of all the cancelled flights due to weather.
Yesterday there was still plenty of ice and snow on the sidewalks, so I was kind of curious about how the coaches were going to pull of the group run. We met at Crossroads in Oakley and the plan was to run 11.5 through Mariemont back to Oakley. The coaches actually drove through the streets earlier that morning to check on the road conditions and modified the route so that we would only be running where there is decent footing. Sometimes I question the motives of the training group (I'm sure they make tons of money and get tons of free advertising on top of that because everything they give us has a gigantic store logo on it.) Yesterday, though, I thought they really showed that they cared about our safety. Our head coach has a big mouth and loves to hear himself talk, but I think he is a good person at heart. My efforts to dislike him are failing. I can't hate a good guy.
The run went well, although none of the friends I usually run with showed up, so I ended up running most of the way alone. I took advantage of the time alone to clear my head of all the work stuff my brain had been filled with during the past week. Running through Mariemont is fun, too, because it is such a cute neighborhood. I had one strawberry banana GU left, which I used about 4 miles into the run. The group also supplied some Clif products. The gels are not my favorite because of the thick consistency (even thicker when they are cold) but as bad as it tastes, I can't deny the effectiveness of the double espresso Clif Shot. I think it has 100 mg of caffeine. I had one of these at about mile 7 of the run and I felt so energized for the last few miles. That's not the first time that has happened either. Last year on our 20 miler during fall marathon training the same thing happened. I guess I will keep choking them down because nothing beats the wave of energy. My average mile pace was 9:40 for that run. Very good for me. I am happy. I am thinking that a 4:30 marathon might actually be possible if I can pace myself well. That and if I can keep up with my training while I am away for a few weeks.
Hopefully some of this ice will melt tomorrow so I can get a run in after work. If not, I guess its treadmill time once again. This Thursday I will be two weeks away from leaving for warm and sunny weather. Woohoo!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Free Day
I was off work today for President's Day, but Leo had to work, as did almost everyone else I know, so I was pretty much on my own for the day. I had this great plan to get some shopping done and get some warm weather clothes for Argentina, but as usual the day did not go as I planned. I managed to drag myself out of bed at 7:30 to do a 5.75 mile run through Delhi (= lots of big hills.) I felt pretty good, but I sometimes I can't shake the brain fog when I haven't had any coffee in the morning. There were some flurries falling, but the weather was not too bad. I was glad to get my run in earlier since later this afternoon the snow was falling hard and sideways. I met a friend for lunch and actually drove to the mall and turned around and went home. I was so tired, I knew shopping was out of the question. I did stop by the Running Spot to see if they had anything good left at the clearance sale. I got a sweet Triks running skirt that is actually quite flattering for 50% off. I really resisted the running skirt when they first came out, but after trying one I really liked it. They are really comfortable and cuter than most of my running shorts.
As predicted, there was tons of ice last Wednesday, and I had to forgo the group run for a fabulous six miles on the treadmill at the gym. Even with my person TV, MP3 player, and lots of people to look at, I still spent most of the time staring at the clock wishing I could just stop. I managed to force myself to do the miles, but only at 5.8 to 6.0. Its so weird, because I can do a 9:30 mile without thinking about it outside, but on the treadmill I'm doing 10 minute miles and its excruciating. Who knows, I got it over with and got the miles in. Last Saturday, the group met at Lunken. We ran down Eastern and back. Eastern is not my favorite place to run, but I will take that over the Lunken loop. It was a gorgeous morning and I felt good enough to push myself a little. It was a cut back week, so we were only doing 7 miles. (Of course, there was an optional add on at the end, but I have a mental block about adding miles on at the end of a run when I see everyone stopping.) I averaged a 9:15 mile, which I am really happy with. I also got to meet a few new people. Lindsay didn't show up and Holly wasn't feeling well enough to keep up, so I got to chat with a few new people. It was one of those runs that makes me remember why I started running. I ended feeling great physically and mentally.
On Sunday I was determined to get into the spinning class at the gym. Since 15 minutes early wasn't enough last time, I drug myself out of bed at 8:30 slightly hung over so I could get to the gym by 9:20. That's 40 minutes before the class starts, and I thought there was no way it would be full. Once again - wrong. Seriously, the peole must get there at 8:00 a.m. Either that, or someone is letting them sign up ahead of time and not sharing that information with the rest of the gym members. I was pissed but made myself stay to do 30 minutes on the elyptical and lift weights.
In all, it was an okay weekend. At least now I feel 100% healthy again and ready to resume my normal training schedule. Hopefully that will still be possible this week since I have a training for work that lasts Wednesday - Friday and is off site. We'll see.
As predicted, there was tons of ice last Wednesday, and I had to forgo the group run for a fabulous six miles on the treadmill at the gym. Even with my person TV, MP3 player, and lots of people to look at, I still spent most of the time staring at the clock wishing I could just stop. I managed to force myself to do the miles, but only at 5.8 to 6.0. Its so weird, because I can do a 9:30 mile without thinking about it outside, but on the treadmill I'm doing 10 minute miles and its excruciating. Who knows, I got it over with and got the miles in. Last Saturday, the group met at Lunken. We ran down Eastern and back. Eastern is not my favorite place to run, but I will take that over the Lunken loop. It was a gorgeous morning and I felt good enough to push myself a little. It was a cut back week, so we were only doing 7 miles. (Of course, there was an optional add on at the end, but I have a mental block about adding miles on at the end of a run when I see everyone stopping.) I averaged a 9:15 mile, which I am really happy with. I also got to meet a few new people. Lindsay didn't show up and Holly wasn't feeling well enough to keep up, so I got to chat with a few new people. It was one of those runs that makes me remember why I started running. I ended feeling great physically and mentally.
On Sunday I was determined to get into the spinning class at the gym. Since 15 minutes early wasn't enough last time, I drug myself out of bed at 8:30 slightly hung over so I could get to the gym by 9:20. That's 40 minutes before the class starts, and I thought there was no way it would be full. Once again - wrong. Seriously, the peole must get there at 8:00 a.m. Either that, or someone is letting them sign up ahead of time and not sharing that information with the rest of the gym members. I was pissed but made myself stay to do 30 minutes on the elyptical and lift weights.
In all, it was an okay weekend. At least now I feel 100% healthy again and ready to resume my normal training schedule. Hopefully that will still be possible this week since I have a training for work that lasts Wednesday - Friday and is off site. We'll see.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Lost and Found
It's been a rough week, most of which I've spent recovering from this nasty cold. I am finally feeling relatively normal again, but I had to cut way back on my training. Still in denial about being sick, I decided to run last Wednesday with the group. As if that idea wasn't bad enough, earlier that evening we had a happy hour after work for someone who was leaving the company, and I decided to drink a coke and rum. Hmm, alcohol plus illness plus a six mile run. Why did I ever think this would equal feeling better?
We met at Newport for a run across the bridge and through downtown. After one mile I did experience a strange phenomenon and felt better for a brief period. It didn't last, though, and by the end of the run I was dragging. I got home and could barely keep my eyes open before falling into bed. I woke up on Thursday feeling worse than ever and broke down and made a doctor's appointment. The doctor said a had an upper respiratory infection secondary to the cold virus, so no antibiotics for me. He did give me a nasal spray and decongestant, though. I was slightly disappointed not to get an antibiotic. I wanted a guarantee that I would feel better for Saturday's run, but I did not get one. When I woke up on Friday I was still feeling pretty sketchy and needed more rest, so I took a sick day and stayed in bed. The extra rest helped a lot, and on Saturday morning I was ready to attempt a long run.
On Saturday we met at the store in O'Bryonville. I was happy to see both Lindsay and Holly were there also, and the weather was not too bad (upper 30's.) The head coach for this group was out of town, so one of the other coaches, Joe F, who headed up the fall marathon training last year, was filling in. During the fall marathon training, it seemed like every other run was in Norwood. What do you know, Saturday's run took us through Norwood also. It wasn't too bad, though. We got to run all the way down Erie as opposed to up Erie, which is always a plus. The worst thing about the run was the last 1.5 miles involved running past the store and then coming back. Maybe if I had been feeling 100%, I could have overcome that temptation to stop, but I was not. I made it 10 instead of 11.5, but all things considered, I think that was pretty good. I averaged a 10:30 mile the whole way, which is only 30 seconds off my goal pace.
Today is Tuesday and I haven't worked out since then. I had thoughts about spinning on Sunday, but I also had a lot of cleaning to do, and I didn't want to spend all my energy at the gym and then not clean. I think cleaning counts as a semi-workout anyway, and a full workout if it involves scrubbing the floor. Yesterday again I had every intention of doing my regular 5 mile loop from home, especially since they were predicting nasty weather for today which meant no outside workout. It was bitter cold, though, and I have let myself get out of the groove. Leo and I went out for Indian and then hit the grocery store where the rest of the world was preparing for armageddon/white death.
White death did come last night, with lots of ice. I could have made it to work on the bus, but the freezing rain was coming down hard, and there was a coat of ice over everything. I didn't really feel like ice skating to the bus stop, and I knew the bus wouldn't be on time, so I decided to work from home. My plan is to go to spinning tonight. Hopefully the weather will keep some of those people in so I can get a spot in the class. Tomorrow is a group run at the store again. I am hoping some of this ice will melt before then, otherwise I am condemned to the treadmill, and I haven't come up with a playlist yet that can get me through 6 miles inside.
We met at Newport for a run across the bridge and through downtown. After one mile I did experience a strange phenomenon and felt better for a brief period. It didn't last, though, and by the end of the run I was dragging. I got home and could barely keep my eyes open before falling into bed. I woke up on Thursday feeling worse than ever and broke down and made a doctor's appointment. The doctor said a had an upper respiratory infection secondary to the cold virus, so no antibiotics for me. He did give me a nasal spray and decongestant, though. I was slightly disappointed not to get an antibiotic. I wanted a guarantee that I would feel better for Saturday's run, but I did not get one. When I woke up on Friday I was still feeling pretty sketchy and needed more rest, so I took a sick day and stayed in bed. The extra rest helped a lot, and on Saturday morning I was ready to attempt a long run.
On Saturday we met at the store in O'Bryonville. I was happy to see both Lindsay and Holly were there also, and the weather was not too bad (upper 30's.) The head coach for this group was out of town, so one of the other coaches, Joe F, who headed up the fall marathon training last year, was filling in. During the fall marathon training, it seemed like every other run was in Norwood. What do you know, Saturday's run took us through Norwood also. It wasn't too bad, though. We got to run all the way down Erie as opposed to up Erie, which is always a plus. The worst thing about the run was the last 1.5 miles involved running past the store and then coming back. Maybe if I had been feeling 100%, I could have overcome that temptation to stop, but I was not. I made it 10 instead of 11.5, but all things considered, I think that was pretty good. I averaged a 10:30 mile the whole way, which is only 30 seconds off my goal pace.
Today is Tuesday and I haven't worked out since then. I had thoughts about spinning on Sunday, but I also had a lot of cleaning to do, and I didn't want to spend all my energy at the gym and then not clean. I think cleaning counts as a semi-workout anyway, and a full workout if it involves scrubbing the floor. Yesterday again I had every intention of doing my regular 5 mile loop from home, especially since they were predicting nasty weather for today which meant no outside workout. It was bitter cold, though, and I have let myself get out of the groove. Leo and I went out for Indian and then hit the grocery store where the rest of the world was preparing for armageddon/white death.
White death did come last night, with lots of ice. I could have made it to work on the bus, but the freezing rain was coming down hard, and there was a coat of ice over everything. I didn't really feel like ice skating to the bus stop, and I knew the bus wouldn't be on time, so I decided to work from home. My plan is to go to spinning tonight. Hopefully the weather will keep some of those people in so I can get a spot in the class. Tomorrow is a group run at the store again. I am hoping some of this ice will melt before then, otherwise I am condemned to the treadmill, and I haven't come up with a playlist yet that can get me through 6 miles inside.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Cold
... in more ways than one. I'm sitting here trying to remember the last few workouts I've had and my brain feels like its filled with mush. Okay, its slowly coming back to me now.
Two Saturdays ago, we met at Crossroads in Oakley. It was a cut back week as I mentioned before, so we were only running 6 miles. According to the coach's e-mail, it was a "flat" course. After that run I would beg to differ. It was pretty tough and I pushed myself hard. Lindsay was there and had brought here sister along, so they were going more slowly and chatting with a guy named Tony who Lindsay met when she was at the store buying shoes. If I may digress for a moment, I was taken back to my high school days, when my "best" friend seemed to get every guy I had a crush on. Okay, so now I am married and I hadn't even met this Tony guy, but I was annoyed. Why can't I get over it? I have a lot more self confidence since I started running and lost a lot of weight, but the echoes of doubt are still there in my head, telling me I am fat and unattractive. On top of that, I am a naturally introverted person, so making friends is just not my forte. As hard as it is for outgoing people to understand, it is really difficult for me to talk to anyone that I dont' know. But anyway, I don't want to psychoanalyze myself (I've spent plenty of time doing that already.) I ran ahead of those three and spent most of my run asking myself why I needed this validation from someone else - why do I really care if men notice me or not? I'm married, it shouldn't matter. I never came up with a good answer, but I shared those feelings with my mom who seemed to think it was because of the deep hurt I experienced when I was in high school. Who knows... at least I think I am over it now.
So, things were going well last week, except for getting to the gym for Sunday spinning only to find out that the class was already full even thought I was 15 minutes early. Seriously, when are these people going to lose their resolve and leave? Maybe I underestimated them. I was really logging the miles last week. Monday 5.5, Wednesday 5.7, Thursday 3, and this past Saturday was scheduled to be 9. That would have put me at about 23 miles last week, but my body had other plans.
Last Wednesday we did a negative split run from the Running Spot. I was feeling tired and the weather was so cold, and I almost convinced myself to skip the workout, but I went. I felt terrible. My negative split workout turned into positive splits. I had to stop and walk on the way back because I felt nauseous and just generally not good. Overtraining... the word kept bouncing around in my head, but it didn't jive because I've been working out hard and continously since November. On Thursday I dragged myself to the gym and did three miles on the treadmill, once again feeling like my legs were made of stone. I looked forward to Friday - a rest day, and a day I would also be working at home. By Friday afternoon my throat was hurting I was just feeling bad all over.
By the time I went to bed that night, I had accepted the fact that I was sick, and a nine mile run was out of the question. I spent almost all weekend on the couch feeling depressed, because I had to get sick on a weekend with perfect running weather - sunny and 40 degrees. Today I am feeling somewhat better, but still not good, so I think I am going to rest tonight. Even though I am in denial about overtraining, that could have something to do with catching a cold (can cause a weakend immune system. I also got sick after the C-bus marathon.) Hopefully I will be in good shape to work out on Wednesday. I hate missing workouts. For now, I'm popping some prescription decongestants and Zicam, and occupying my mind with contemplating whether or not to sign up for the Chicago marathon again this year. This cold is definitely getting to my brain.
Two Saturdays ago, we met at Crossroads in Oakley. It was a cut back week as I mentioned before, so we were only running 6 miles. According to the coach's e-mail, it was a "flat" course. After that run I would beg to differ. It was pretty tough and I pushed myself hard. Lindsay was there and had brought here sister along, so they were going more slowly and chatting with a guy named Tony who Lindsay met when she was at the store buying shoes. If I may digress for a moment, I was taken back to my high school days, when my "best" friend seemed to get every guy I had a crush on. Okay, so now I am married and I hadn't even met this Tony guy, but I was annoyed. Why can't I get over it? I have a lot more self confidence since I started running and lost a lot of weight, but the echoes of doubt are still there in my head, telling me I am fat and unattractive. On top of that, I am a naturally introverted person, so making friends is just not my forte. As hard as it is for outgoing people to understand, it is really difficult for me to talk to anyone that I dont' know. But anyway, I don't want to psychoanalyze myself (I've spent plenty of time doing that already.) I ran ahead of those three and spent most of my run asking myself why I needed this validation from someone else - why do I really care if men notice me or not? I'm married, it shouldn't matter. I never came up with a good answer, but I shared those feelings with my mom who seemed to think it was because of the deep hurt I experienced when I was in high school. Who knows... at least I think I am over it now.
So, things were going well last week, except for getting to the gym for Sunday spinning only to find out that the class was already full even thought I was 15 minutes early. Seriously, when are these people going to lose their resolve and leave? Maybe I underestimated them. I was really logging the miles last week. Monday 5.5, Wednesday 5.7, Thursday 3, and this past Saturday was scheduled to be 9. That would have put me at about 23 miles last week, but my body had other plans.
Last Wednesday we did a negative split run from the Running Spot. I was feeling tired and the weather was so cold, and I almost convinced myself to skip the workout, but I went. I felt terrible. My negative split workout turned into positive splits. I had to stop and walk on the way back because I felt nauseous and just generally not good. Overtraining... the word kept bouncing around in my head, but it didn't jive because I've been working out hard and continously since November. On Thursday I dragged myself to the gym and did three miles on the treadmill, once again feeling like my legs were made of stone. I looked forward to Friday - a rest day, and a day I would also be working at home. By Friday afternoon my throat was hurting I was just feeling bad all over.
By the time I went to bed that night, I had accepted the fact that I was sick, and a nine mile run was out of the question. I spent almost all weekend on the couch feeling depressed, because I had to get sick on a weekend with perfect running weather - sunny and 40 degrees. Today I am feeling somewhat better, but still not good, so I think I am going to rest tonight. Even though I am in denial about overtraining, that could have something to do with catching a cold (can cause a weakend immune system. I also got sick after the C-bus marathon.) Hopefully I will be in good shape to work out on Wednesday. I hate missing workouts. For now, I'm popping some prescription decongestants and Zicam, and occupying my mind with contemplating whether or not to sign up for the Chicago marathon again this year. This cold is definitely getting to my brain.
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