The odds were against me--almost everyone I know has suffered a touch of flu or bad cold that's been floating around.
Linda had bronchitis and a sinus infection. Andrew's had a bad cold. People at work have had the flu.
So it really wasn't that much of a surprise to me that I felt bad Thursday morning. Bit of a fuzzy head, scratchy throat, touch of nausea, general achy feeling. Of course I had my usual breakfast and headed to work.
Each hour I felt worse until I finally went home at noon, drank TheraFlu, slept, drank more TheraFlu, and slept some more.
I didn't feel great Friday but went to work anyway. No, I'm not a Type A person, but I was in the last week before a big deadline and there's work on this project that nobody else can do. So I was there.
Saturday I was feeling less bad, but a trip to the grocery store for Italian bread and white wine for making shrimp scampi wore me out. This morning I actually had an appetite for the first time since Wednesday. I'm still pretty tired, though.
Here's the thing: Saturday was supposed to be an 18-mile run. I didn't run a step. I haven't run a step since Tuesday's 9-mile run in the wind. I haven't had the energy.
Tomorrow begins a cutback week, with 13 miles on Saturday. The following Saturday is 20 miles, then 14 the next week and 22 the week after that. I'm hoping that will be enough training to get me over the finish line in May.
Or maybe it's time to quit.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
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This flu season has been ridiculous. Everyone is sick, has been sick or knows someone who is sick. But it's about over.
No way are you going to quit. Quit is a 4-letter word. Hang in there, you're almost over the mountain. Nancy and I are running 18 next Sunday, if you need some entertainment.
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