I’ve been out of commission the past 9 days.
After a great 10 miler on Mags (~8,000 feet elevation), I was immediately put on a diet of Ricola cough drops and hot tea. Much to my chagrin, the “plague” stayed respiratory, which meant no running. Typically, I’m fine running with a head cold, but anything in my chest and my lungs are pleading for air. I tried a couple of games of tag with my students, but no luck. Every day that went by was a knife digging a little bit deeper.
I’ve grown ridiculously antsy. While my weekends are typically spent on a long run, on a trail, this one was spent on the couch. It wasn’t fun. And, naturally, I haven’t felt much like writing.
So, finally, after 9 long days without running, I went for an easy 4 miler yesterday.
It’s amazing how much you loose in 9 days. I don’t know if the fact that I’m not fully recovered is playing into this feeling of loss, but I was not breathing normally. It may take some time to get back into it. Here it goes…