Warning: Somewhat whiny post below. :-)
Last week was a busy one at work - lots of projects and problems, so I was feeling pretty run down already. Then, on Wednesday my husband came home and announced he was sick. I did not want to catch whatever he had but knew it was pretty much inevitable.
On Friday, we had a wedding to go to in Baltimore. On the way home, I was so thirsty and desperately wanted sugar or caffeine. After a failed attempt at the first exit we stopped at (what gas station is closed at 11 PM on a Friday?), we eventually hit up a Burger King and I chugged Dr. Pepper from the biggest cup I've ever seen. I must not frequent fast food joints very often because I was shocked at the size of a medium soda. Oh...and another funny thing. The people in front of us in the drive through? They handed the Burger King employee their McDonald's trash...I bet they are healthy!
Anyway, come Saturday morning, I knew I caught the lovely cold and had a sore throat and think that need for the soda was my first clue. On tap for Saturday was only a 3 mile run and it actually felt really good and seemed to clear out my head a bit. During my Saturday errands, I made sure to stock up on kinds of cold remedies to try to kick this as quickly as possible. By the end of Saturday, I felt pretty bad and knocked myself out for the night with a dose of Nyquil.
I didn't really feel like running Sunday morning but was only scheduled for 8 miles so I figured I'd give it a try. It actually went fairly well for not being able to breath and feeling like crap on the onset but I doubt I could've done a really long run.
It's the week before the marathon so plenty of rest is already scheduled and I'm sure this cold will go away in a day or two. I've certainly been quite whiny about my little cold this weekend and figured I'd continue the whining on this blog. Guess I should just be thankful it happened this early!