Workout – my sweet, precious, 10 mile run was robbed from me today because I have a head cold. Yes, my friends, a cold. Sore throat yesterday morning. Pounding head last night. I am not supposed to get sick. Especially when I have a little 5K’er tomorrow. Not super important, but important enough that I’m a little bummed I’m not feeling up to par. These days, I seem to want to “race” every race I run. If only just to race myself, or see what I can do. It’s a tough one to race yourself when you can’t breathe out of your nose and you keep hacking up unpleasant things. I wouldn’t call it 100% sick, but I would call it not a good idea to run 10 miles today feeling like this if I want to have any chance of running next week. I am capable of making not stupid decisions sometimes. As much as I want to run 10 miles, and as much as I think it’s totally doable – I’m not going to. I might go do 5. go sweat all of my sickness out outside. Possibility. goodness knows I won’t take a nap or do anything like rest this cold away with three littles running around. that’s crazy talk.
I have read in various places that it is acceptable to run with a cold if your symptoms are above your neck, and not a good idea to run if they are below your neck. So if I choose to ignore the slight breathing difficulty and coughing, I’m good to go.
This is my sad, pouty lip, no long run for me, not feeling 100% face.
Drinking tea with lemon and popping vitamin C pills like they are nutella covered swedish fish. what a sugary treat that would be.
I blame it on my little baby love. the little boy one. this little boy.
yep, that would be an accurate representation of my week with him. (and no, I do not have enough stuff piled on top of the fridge – precautionary measures for the boy who climbs all over the counters when I’m not looking) he was out to get me this week. he’s been fighting a cold. not sleeping at night. not being nice to me during the day. and then graciously giving me his cold. after I have not been sleeping all week because he has not been sleeping all week. vicious cycle.
So as much as I wanted to hit 50 miles this week, I’m pretty happy with the running week that I had, and the 40 miles in the books. Maybe 45 if I get my bum out there today.
Marathon Countdown – Exactly 4 weeks until Gansett. Anxiety and feelings of unpreparedness continue to increase. (I do think a certain amount of prerace anxiety is actually a pretty good thing – I’m sure it could get a bit out of control. I wouldn’t know anything about that ;-)) Sneaker shopping was indication #1 of nerves. Keep an eye out for more signs. Lululemon shopping might have been signal #2. Pace calculations have already been in the works for quite some time now.
Happy St. Patricks Day! This is how we celebrated in style last night – more green food. for the kids.
I would love to be creative, and make one of the millions of fun green recipes out there – didn’t happen. better luck next year. the girls did make some special leprechaun traps though. I don’t think they caught one. tricky little buggars. So dropping green food coloring into Annies Mac and Cheese was the extent of my creativity. so original, I know. and there can’t be anything good about green dye in macaroni. I don’t even want to think about it. Moving on. Have a fun, green filled day friends! Be healthy and happy and safe.
Did you do any fun “green” activities or make any special “green” food today?
Have you avoided the cold and flu season?
Anyone running a St. Patricks day themed race?