The last time I wrote this type of post was on 2/26. The past 6 weeks have not been kind to me. The appendectomy really took me down not only physically but emotionally and mentally too. When I am not running, there is a part of me that just seems to be missing. I also don’t do well when I don’t have something to work towards. For a few weeks I pretty much lived in sweat pants about watched countless hours of Netflix. While that might sounds fun to some, it wasn’t all you think it was.
So when I felt that I was sort of back on track last week, I was beyond elated!! I started my week getting to the gym. For the past months, I’ve started my week off at the gym with weights and cross training. It felt great to get back and even get to lift some light weights. It wasn’t anything crazy, but nothing felt horrible and I was feeling that this week was going to be the week back to starting everything. Wednesday I drove out to Philadelphia for work and as soon as I got there, I got out for a quick 3 mile run. It was a decent area to run in and pancake flat and felt like I was moving a little. My last mile was 10:34 and all things considering, I was so happy for that!
Then on Thursday morning I woke up sick. I didn’t think too much of it at first but by the end of the day, I was so exhausted. I got dinner and got to sleep pretty early. When I woke up Friday, all bets were off. I was SICK. I knew immediately it was bronchitis. Typically I will get a cold and unless I can get it under control, I’ll turn to bronchitis after a few days but it has never turned that quickly. I was staying in NJ at my parents Friday night so I found an urgent care that accepted my insurance and sure enough, bronchitis! The doctor loaded me up with every single med he could. Here’s the thing though. I had a half marathon I planned on running Sunday morning.
Monday: 30m Elliptical + 30m weights (light) + 1 mile (11:35)
Wednesday: 3 miles, 32:42, 10:53/mile
Thursday: Starting to get Sick
Saturday: SO SICK
Sunday: Heritage Half Marathon, 2:48:21
Total Miles: 16.1 miles
So what does a normal human do when you’re sick as a dog and have a half marathon to run? Probably not run it. I’m not normal nor do I make myself out to be the brightest crayon in the box. So, yes, I ran the half. It wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve done, but I did it and now Delaware is completely off my state list since I ran the Monsters Mash Marathon there in 2016. I know the race would have sucked a lot less if the weather would have been better, but mother nature wasn’t on our side. I had never been happier to cross a finish line before and get back to a warm hotel room. Was it smart for me to do that? No and I’ve paid for it since. But, oh well. I’ve done dumber things.