Last week was supposed to be a beautiful Spring Break in my hometown, Tulsa. I had detailed plans involving a couch, my tushie, and the TV with some every day runs thrown in, of course. However, what seems to be the FLU struck me last Sunday and kept me bed-ridden until Friday.
I woke up Friday morning feeling quite refreshed. The snot wasn’t oozing out of my nose AS much, my head didn’t feel like it wanted to explode, and my coughs were down to about 5 per minute. All seemed relatively well considering the previous days. So, with high ambitions- I set out for a 6 mile run that day (don’t laugh at my stupidity). I have weekly mileage goals as I am training for a half in April, so I felt pretty stressed out having not ran for 5 days. It was early afternoon, mid- 70s and my run started out…..terribly. The first minute my legs were screaming at me, “GO FASTER; WE’RE SO FRESH!” But, my lungs felt more constricted than they ever have in my life. I said to myself, “it’s fine- your lungs are just kind of filled with mucus a bit, just breathe harder!” Pretty soon my mouth was gaping open, as if the wider it was, the more oxygen I could pump into myself. And I was gasping much like what I would imagine a 12 year old, very over-weight labrador would sound like on a run, but not half as cute. I hit my first mile at 8:25 and realized how silly I was for trying to run. I turned around and started to run back home. I got about another half mile, with thoughts of how I was probably only using about 30% of my lung capacity and how horribly that felt before succumbing to walking the rest of the way home defeated, coughing, and gasping for air. It was so pathetic!
I felt so much better yesterday, and even better today. I’m only left with some residual nastiness in my nose and lungs. Tomorrow is a much better day to start running again. Cross your fingers.