I had a planned week off to start the new year, then it turned into three. At the end of week one I got whacked by the flu. I’ve never been so sick in my adult life. Possibly my whole life, but my health records prior to age 20 are locked away somewhere. Usually the flu, or a bad cold, or whatever it is, comes and goes in 24 hours. And it’s been at least 10 years since my last known sickness. This one wiped me out for a solid 4 days. Then coughing for an additional 3.
After a week off and gallons of water and tea, I tried a three mile run, which totally exhausted me and brought on a two day coughing fit. So I took another week off. I was feeling really good last week, so I did a back-to-back with 4 miles Thursday and 2 on Friday. Not too shabby, but a few more lingering bits got coughed up over the weekend. This morning’s 6 miles were blissful. Nothing beats the warm, sore quads and hamstrings or the stiffness in the calves and ankles when returning after some time off. 15 miles for the month so far.
I think we’re back to normal after the longest stretch of physical stagnation I’ve had in quite some time. Despite feeling awful, it was a nice recharge. The brain was starting to grow cobwebs as well. The achey, fevery stuff made it painful to just read a book. This got frustrating for a bit, but maybe it’s good to unplug the mind a little sometimes, too. Overall, a good time to make me vulnerable and remind me to be thankful in healthy times every time I step out the door.