A week a go I was riding high. I was just back from Disney, where my daughter and I had, arguably, the best day ever. My training was on track and I had squeezed in a run while in Florida. I had eleven miles planned. I slept a bit later than normal and got myself to the trail… and turned around about 2 minutes into my run. I just wasn’t feeling it. I HATE quitting on a run, something I haven’t done in quite a while. I chocked it up to being off schedule, or the cocktail I had the night before, or plain laziness.
That night I had a sore throat, and tested negative. The next day I still had a sore throat, and tested negative. The day after that I was supposed to travel for work, and woke up feeling under the weather. This time the test was positive, so I settled in for a week of work-at-home isolation. I didn’t really feel like working, but also didn’t feel bad enough to not be working, so I toughed it out.
My training plan was essentially grounded for the week. I managed some treadmill walking and strength training, but it was nothing like what I had envisioned.
Today I was ready to give it another try, in some capacity. It’s been hot everywhere all week, and I saw so many posts from runners that didn’t fare well in the heat and humidity. I decided on an “easy” 5 mi run, and headed out at 6 a.m. to try and get ahead of the conditions.
All in all, my run did not suck! I was a sweaty mess after an hour, but my pace was good, and I was in a good headspace the entire run. So in the long build-up to Wine and Dine and Marathon weekends, maybe an off week isn’t such a big deal. Maybe my body got some needed rest – I am sure my knees appreciated the week off. I am just happy my case of COVID was mild, and hopefully it was an immunity-boosting event for me. There’s way too much fun coming my way to miss out.