This winter has been an absolute disaster for me. I haven't updated Coursing in a while, only because I haven't had anything fantastic to report from my running.
It's mid-February and I should be the throwing down 80-90 mile weeks right now training for Boston.
Instead, the flu that sidelined me back in December has been lingering havoc in my immune system. Since then, I feel like I've been dealing with random colds every other week, with the latest bout crushing me for over two weeks straight.
I was able to get in some decent basing through January. Then I went skiing for a weekend in VT. Instead of coming back and picking up my training, I came back with the mother of all colds/ sore throats/ whateverthefuckitis. That was over 2 weeks ago.
I was able to get in some decent basing through January. Then I went skiing for a weekend in VT. Instead of coming back and picking up my training, I came back with the mother of all colds/ sore throats/ whateverthefuckitis. That was over 2 weeks ago.
I've already seen a doctor and see another one tonight. The one told me that I just had a really bad cold, on the heels of a nasty flu and it'll take a while to clear up. I won't be shocked if the guy tonight tells me that I have Walking Pneumonia, Strep Throat, some sort of viral toxic infection, or who knows what else... fuck it could be cancer...? I donno!!
Either way, I can hardly swallow, I can't stop coughing up neon colored sludge, my nose is raw from blowing it so damn much, my head feels like it's being punched on the hour every hour... I can't sleep because apparently my time is better spent coughing, hacking, and wheezing... I had a fever. Hell, I even puked my guts out one night! Two weeks of this shit. WTF!? The only time I feel better is when I'm either getting oxygen overdose from running (oddly), or when I'm doped up on a prescription cough suppressant and ibuprofen...
Either way, I can hardly swallow, I can't stop coughing up neon colored sludge, my nose is raw from blowing it so damn much, my head feels like it's being punched on the hour every hour... I can't sleep because apparently my time is better spent coughing, hacking, and wheezing... I had a fever. Hell, I even puked my guts out one night! Two weeks of this shit. WTF!? The only time I feel better is when I'm either getting oxygen overdose from running (oddly), or when I'm doped up on a prescription cough suppressant and ibuprofen...
I'm stuck forcing minimal running right now (ok, and aside from another ski trip to Vail). I haven't completely fallen apart yet, as I'm getting about 50 miles a week in when "I don't feel that bad." But unless something changes quickly and I can pick up my training, Boston might be a bust.
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