|I am the picture of beauty in the morning|
Marathon training was going awesome until Sunday. I went out for a 5 mile recovery run and about a mile into it, I wasn't feel very good. So I turned around at the 1.5 mile mark. When I paused to turn around, I thought my heart was going to burst. Hmm....that's not a good sign. I trudged along at a who knows/who really cares pace until I saw Shoe Junkie Seth and his little boy walking along the trail. I stopped a moment to talk to them and then decided to do a walk/jog back to the car. That was the hardest 3 miles I've had in a long time.
Later that day I was feeling rather hot and dizzy, so I went through the medicine basket and found the thermometer and took my temperature. 102F! Oh jeez. That kind of temperature is definitely going to put a kink into things.
When I told Ward, his response was - "no running until it's gone." I said "fine, then I'll bike". His response "no". I hate it when he's right. I'm not going to mess with this fever. Last time I ignored a fever, I ended up on some rather heavy drugs laying on the couch for a week with pneumonia.
Here's my training schedule:
Yes, I am high tech like that. I'm thinking this week is a wash. If the fever goes away, I'll probably have a few easy, random runs - just to get back into it. Then just shift this week to next week. I don't want to miss out on the 20+ (I was hoping for 22) miler.
What I really want is for this illness to be gone for Sunday. Ward and I have planned a fun day to take the ferry out to Isleboro with our bikes and to bike around there for the day without the kids. This is our belated anniversary date. Please go away cold/fever!!!!
On a positive note... Congratulations goes out to:
As my winner for the Sprigs Banjees! Carrie is one of my running buddies and blogs over at Maine Mom on the Run.