I started feeling a little cruddy last Thursday. Sort of just an inkling and I hoped I was wrong. Friday, I started feeling that tightness in my chest and by Saturday I was pretty sure I was going to be having a date with the Kleenex box soon. Sure enough Saturday night I was so congested I woke up in the middle of the night laboring to breath. Not in a I have to go to the hospital kind of way but more work than normal and enought that it woke me up.
I got up and attempted my 8 mile run Sunday morning anyway. During the first mile I stopped several times just to try and get in enough oxygen and finally hacked up a big mucus plug. I breathed a lot easier after that and slogged through 4 more miles, but I decided 8 would be crazy.
I went to a brunch at my aunts house and a cup of tea at my parent's house finally was back home around 10:30 and crashed for about 4 hours. I woke up and wallowed around on the couch for awhile feeling sorry for myself and then went back to bed around 8:30.
I feel alot better this morning and thankfully this is not a workday.
Thankfully I still have 13 days to get to feeling back to my normal self before I am toeing the line of my first ever marathon. Since I am in taper mode I am not too concerned about lost miles at this point. My long run today was planned for 10 miles. I went out and with the help of some Advil Congestion relief I got it done and felt pretty good doing it. Although I was ready to cut it short if I felt like I needed to.
Stupid, maybe. I have to admit it felt better than sitting around the house feeling sorry for myself. I was a hot sweaty mess once I got done. I didn't get going until after 8:30 and it was starting to get warm out. It is supposed to get up to 100 today.
There was some intermittant cloud cover, but I am trying to embrace the heat. Since the marathon in Missoula could be warm I am thinking it would be better to get acclimated than to try and avoid it. Although I would rather avoid it.
I am thinking a nap my be in order again today :)
Yesterday my son walked up to me and said "hey Mom I was wondering what this was" and held up a tick for my inspection.
I told him it was a tick and the best thing to do was to flush it down the toilet. "Huh" he said "This is the second one I have found on me today" I asked what he had done with the first one and he told me he had "gave it a flick". He was apparently sitting in the living room and felt it crawling on his head.
Instead of freaking myself out I choose to believe the one he brought me was the same one he had found earlier. I did give him and my daughter the once over just to double check. I have to admit I was too sick yesterday to really care much about it though.
I don't want to be one of those moms that freak out about those things anyway, it just teaches your kids to be freaker outers. Unless it is a spider and then it is okay to freak out.