After hardly getting out of bed for the past week -- laid up with some absolutely obnoxious illness that rooted itself in my face and brain; some folks like to call it a cold, I like to call it an utter lack of humanity -- I went for a four-mile run today. It was all I could do to finish in 42:22.
I felt like hell, but I'm certain I could smell all of the awful medicines and laziness I'd accrued from five days of Ny- and DayQuil. It'll take me a few days to get back on track, but I hope to be back on a marathon training schedule by next weekend.
Moral of the story: don't get sick. Sickness is a ridiculous condition.
I felt like hell, but I'm certain I could smell all of the awful medicines and laziness I'd accrued from five days of Ny- and DayQuil. It'll take me a few days to get back on track, but I hope to be back on a marathon training schedule by next weekend.
Moral of the story: don't get sick. Sickness is a ridiculous condition.
