
I have a cold. Yes, that achy, sneezy, scratchy, yucky feeling. I spent most of the morning in the house, trying to rest and take it easy. Around 10:00, I decided to take some medicine-Dayquil Sinus tablets, phenylephrine and acetaminophen ("that should do it"). After about 45 minutes, I was feeling better. I proceeded with my weekly household chores; laundry, vacuuming, dishes, etc...mmm still feeling pretty good. So around 1:00pm, I decided "Well, I'm feeling much better, no more excuses....go for a run". So I did. I got dressed, drove to the Katy Trail (once a railroad), parked my car and proceeded, just as I always do on Saturday.
I set out on a 12 mile run. I have been trying to increase my distances, each week. I still have hope that I can complete another marathon someday soon. So I try to maintain a long run base of between 8-12 miles. The first part of the run, went as usually, the first mile or so I am always a little tight and so I take it easy. Light jog, settle in, get the iPod set, etc... everything proceeding as normal.
And so, I proceeded 1 mile, 4 miles, 6 miles than turnaround. Prior to starting back, I opened my gel pack, Hammer gel espresso, one of my favorites..yummy. Good to go....stash the used gel pack in my water belt and I'm off.....
I ran for another mile and then it hit me. "What? Huh? Ugh? "My head, throat, neck all burning in pain. What could this be? Then it hit me...the Dayquil....must have worn off. With a vengeance...the cold is back. My old friend, ACTM has long since left me there on the trail alone to do battle with a virus. It feels like my cold has parked its big fat ass, right on my chest! But I keep running, I will not be denied. I am tougher than a this! "Bring it on...you crabby old " _ _ _"!
I really doing this? Having an argument with a virus? I could just stop and walk, so I could breathe. So I did, briefly....then I stopped, hands on thighs leaning over and coughing. Nice, such a sight, a women leaned over coughing and spitting... pretty huh?
Okay, get on with it! Run! So out of sheer determination....I ran again, all the way back to my car. Never so glad to be back. You have to wonder? What makes a runner, put themselves through these things? I have always said, I have never regretted running after finishing. But I have regret ed missing a workout. So, for today, I'll take it...better to have tried, then to not try at all.