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What. a. week.

Monday I did my own strength workout, and that felt great. (Thanks Tanya!)

Tuesday I made sure to run in the morning, and I put in 3 miles at a killer 8:19 minute/mile pace. Since I, once again, got up a little late (surprise, surprise) I switched my 3 mile Thursday run with my 4 mile Tuesday run. Fair enough. That night, I stayed late at school to support our Open House, which had a rip-roaring turnout. There was standing room only in the cafetorium! Woot. After coming home, the hubs and I decided the neighborhood 5k race this Saturday sounded like a good time, so we registered.

Then Wednesday happened.

Cue deathly sinus pressure, fever, chills, sore throat, and all kinds of nastiness in the nose region that slowly crept up through my system and bonked me over the head just like Whack-a-mole by the afternoon.

Death.

I managed to stick it out for all of Wednesday at school, but as soon as I hit the door I crawled into bed, sans workout (a tempo run, of course). I knew instantly that I would be in the prone position on the couch all day Thursday. And so it was.

Thursday. Picture a poor, forlorn figure (yours truly), ensconced in an oversized quilt, with a side table chock-full of remedies - Mucinex cold and sinus, Vick's Vaporub, orange juice, green tea pumped full of antioxidants, a Nalgene full of ice water, a box of Kleenex, and a big steaming bowl of none other than, you guessed it, chicken noodle soup. Way to go, Progresso. I'm pretty sure I didn't eat anything solid yesterday. At all.

 

After an 8 o'clock bedtime, I woke up this morning feeling not quite whole, hale, and hearty, but infinitely better than the preceding two days. Whew!

Now, my lungs aren't quite at full functioning capacity yet (not that they're ever stellar, as a person with asthma), but I'm gonna say a little prayer tonight and hope that my recovery is indeed full as of 8:00 tomorrow morning. I have some pretty high hopes for this race, after the times I've been putting in the past two weeks. Granted, my week has been a little disrupted, so I may not live up to my own expectations, but it will feel nice just to be running again, after a three day hiatus.

This course will be pretty cool, winding through a stately, estate-home ridden neighborhood to the university and ending with an all out sprint on their track. When I get there, it's all out for 400 meters. If only I had managed to get in the speed training that this training program has been calling for....oh well. I'm going to pour all the speed I have when I hit the track.

 Here's my inspiration.

 

I read somewhere that running is like flying, because there is a point where both feet leave the ground.

I love that.

I'll be flying tomorrow morning.

To your good health.