Here's hoping it does wonders. And quick.
UGH. I hate being sick. And, now is NOT a good time (not that there's ever a "good time" to be sick). Work is CRAZY... I legit cannot call in a day right now. Luckily, training is in the taper phase so I can get away with an unplanned rest day, but I need to get over this thing pronto. The race is in 12 days. No time to be sick. None.
Let's back up to the weekend. Super speed style.
Friday night: Random raid-the-freezer dinner (TJ's turkey corn dogs, frozen veggies, and some noodles w/ cheese), then headed over to my in-laws for the night. Half slept-through/half-watched a movie and then passed out.
Saturday: Up early to do my "long run". 12 miles. Woah. That felt so weird! It really is ONLY 12 now. I felt like I should have been doing more. I felt weird. Hard to explain. I did the first couple with my father in law and some of his running buddies. My FIL split off to head home, but his friends and I finished out my 12 in a 9:10 pace with several sub 9:00 miles in the middle. Oh, AND it was raining. AND there were hills. Lots of hills. I don't really do hills. Ever. So, this was a pretty exciting success for me. Post run, I headed back to my in-laws and we did lots of yard work outside for a few hours. Still in the rain. A hot shower never felt so good. It cleared up later in the day-- juuuust in time for my absolute favorite fall activity.
Bonfire and S'MORES. Absolute bliss.
Post-s'mores I ate lots more food. Napped on and off. Some football. Slept through a movie. Done.
Sunday: Lazy day. Went on a walk with the Hubs (4.66 miles). Out for mexican for lunch. Spent afternoon grading papers for the class I'm teaching and watching re-runs.
Monday morning I got up and went to the gym ready to spin. And, of course, spinning was cancelled. BOO. I hit the TM instead. 7.5 miles at sub 9:00 pace while watching Felicity on my teeeeny tiny iPhone screen. First world problems to the extreme. I didn't start feeling crummy til post run when I noticed a tickle in my throat while showering. The tickle never went away, instead got worse. Boo. My 3pm I officially called it as SICK. Sicky, sick, sick.