I suppose I should continue being super thankful and grateful for my newfound energy and fitness as I get packing for New Orleans this week. I suppose I should be really excited for the trip, and try and enjoy the time away from snowy Michigan. I suppose I should keep doing this even though I woke up with a sore throat, stuffed up nose, achy muscles, and a deep, overwhelming tiredness.
Yes, folks, I am suddenly sick. After 14 weeks of running (about 350 miles, give or take, went under my feet in that time) I am as ready as I can be. I started to take it a little easy last week, and this week I had a massage and have yoga scheduled for tonight. Tapering, as you may recall, has been a conscious effort for me. Well, this is what I get for trying to be safe and healthy…it’s like the viruses were waiting to pounce on me.
Moira gave me a little tough love this morning and warned me not to freak out or suddenly get all bummed out. I know my body, though. I never get sick, so when I do, it is immediately apparent. Given that I never complain about being sick and never take sick days, she ultimately took me seriously. I never cry wolf and I am not starting now.
All is not lost, of course. I came into work this morning to do invoices, timesheets, and finish up work for two clients that needed to get finished and off to the Department of Energy (which, given my tired state, was mildly ironic). Well, it is 1 o’clock now and I think I will cash in some of the 120-plus hours of seldom used sick time I have accrued. I think with a little rest and a regimen of vitamin C, Zicam, water, and some TLC I can be better by the run. So yeah, I will make it. I am confident that I will be set right when the gun goes off.
But I am a little worried that I won’t be.
p.s. My T-shirt contest was fun, if you won, you were already notified, thanks!
p.s. My T-shirt contest was fun, if you won, you were already notified, thanks!

