I’ve been killing it with my training/work out schedule lately. Getting in double workouts at least once a week. Going to hot yoga classes. Pushing out some nice long runs for my upcoming half marathon. Killing. It. In the past 10 weeks I’ve only had 3 weeks with less than 20 miles running (and one of those was my recovery week after a half marathon race). I’ve been so happy with the way I’ve balanced things out and still pushed hard.
So of course I got sick. I don’t get sick very often (don’t worry I threw salt over my shoulder when I said that). And when I do get sick, I am the queen of denial. Friday I woke up with a scratchy throat – no big deal, I lose my voice from throat infections a couple of times a year. It makes me sound awful but I feel fine. Friday night I couldn’t sleep because of a headache. Saturday morning I convinced myself to push on through – so I ran 11 miles and then sat outside in pouring cold rain for two hours. And while I don’t think a long run and sitting out in the rain can make a person sick – I’m not so sure they are smart activities for someone who is sick. (But I was denying it, remember?)
Well, by Sunday even my stubborn denial caved in. So my training this week – the peak week of training for the half by the way – is shot. I didn’t run yesterday. I will not run today. I am hoping to get out tomorrow and still planning for my 12 miler on Friday.
I know I’ve got the distance in my legs for this half marathon. Plus it’s a Disney event so I won’t be worrying about pace at all. And it’s the fourth of my goal half marathons this year so I want it to be a huge celebration. But I still hate it when my training schedule goes awry.