Monday, October 8, 2012

Marathon Monday: Week Two


If I followed the rhyming scheme that I used for week one, this would be "Week Two: Boooo." But let's not harp on the negative for too long.

Monday, of course, was my day off, but by Monday night, I started feeling a bit under the weather and on Tuesday morning, I was full-on sick. My chest was congested, my throat was scratchy and my body was exhausted. Needless to say, I skipped my first run on Tuesday. On Wednesday, I made a terrible, terrible decision and laced up my Nike's and headed out for a three-miler. How wrong I was. I ran a mile out from my apartment before what felt like a feverish train hit me and despite the cool evening, I was hot-but-also-cold-but-mostly-clammy and sweating. (Mmmm.)

All day Thursday I had a low grade fever that kept me tired and mostly bed-ridden, save for a few work assignments and a trip to get Chick-fil-A chicken noodle soup, orange juice and popsicles (ok, and donuts...and chips), then the cold migrated more to my head and for the remainder of the weekend I was basically stuffy and worthless.

Now, I'll be the first to admit that missing a full week only two weeks in was a little disappointing and I was pretty frustrated at the thought of going backwards so early in my training. It would be is easy to get down when things like this happen; however, if certain things in my life have taught me anything, it's this: I am severely blessed. Sure, I spent the better part of a week hacking and sneezing and sleeping then waking up and wondering why NyQuil refuses to work for me, but tomorrow I can - and will - get back out there and go for a run. (But listen to me, Season, I feel like I have paid my dues...)

As far as I'm concerned, every single day I wake up, have two working legs, am not in a hospital, my sickness is neither chronic nor life-threatening and all my loved ones are safe and healthy... really, who am I to complain? (Friends, please feel free to remind me of this if when I complain.)

Yes, I'll have to work harder this week. But it could always be worse. And usually, it is infinitely better.

Just some food for thought. Now get out and run, people - fall is here!

2 comments:

  1. Ironically I'm reading this while eating chicken noodle soup and sipping on ginger ale at my desk (not feeling so hot either), hating on myself for my less-than-stellar x-train sesh this morning. This totally hit home- so, so true, thanks Lucy!

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    1. Get well soon my little Truax! Trust me...working out when sick was the WORST idea I've ever had. Well, after wearing a dress with pants freshman year...obviously.

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