So you know how I was running mile repeats like it was my job for a couple weeks there? Anyone who’s ever trained with Coach Jeff knows that that usually means you’re tapering for a race of considerable distance–and I was.
I registered for the Austin Marathon ages ago, before moving overseas was a reality. When hopping across the Pacific became the plan, I sort of forgot about it. (Plus I had a break from the Coach-man in November & December, and that little trip to Australia where I completely destroyed my running fitness.)
Enter one day in January when I get an email reminding me of my registration. Since my current training goal is to run a 100 mile week, I asked Jeff if he’d mind me doing it as a training run (because OBVIOUSLY I had not put in a solid training cycle.) He gave me the green light, and I decided to keep my beak shut about it so I wouldn’t get all headcase-y over it. I was even fairly convinced I could break that mystical 4-hour barrier if I just started slow and steady and stayed cool.
And then Friday morning I woke up with the Ninja Death Star Cold* and was coughing so hard it made me hurt, well, everywhere. I loaded up on medicine, laid low, and hoped for the best. (I almost never get sick so I thought maybe I could beat it.) Saturday morning rolled around and after a restless night of hacking, I made the stubborn decision to head to Austin anyways. Thankfully, Mr. Engineer drove while I coughed and whimpered. By this time I had no appetite, was feeling queasy and basically wasn’t getting any better.
So what did I do? Lined up at 15th & Congress at 6 am the next morning anyways, that’s what.
I thought I felt okay and I reeeeeallly wanted to run another marathon before I leave the country–but you know where this is going, don’t you? By mile 4 I was coughing so hard I was gagging. To make a really gross story short, I dropped out at the half. So I ran a half marathon (and by ran I mean walked a ton because who can run when they’re hacking up a lung?) sick as a dog. Oops.
Luckily it was a big enough race that no one seemed to notice me and my full bib finishing with the half marathoners, but I thought for sure my shame radiated off me bright enough for all the world to see (between my time and technically DNFing, I was a sad kid.)
Also, the hills of Austin are TOUGH, and anyone who tells you otherwise is either lying or runs hills A LOT.
So after collecting a new personal worst in the half distance, Monday I was treated to my first appointment at Passport Health, where I got round one of all the vaccines for the big move. Four shots. In one day. Have I ever mentioned I hate needles and they make my hands go numb and I almost pass out and cry?
And of COURSE I started running a fever from all the shots. Because I wasn’t already feeling crappy enough. Bah.
My cough has mercifully subsided and I’m definitely getting better…just in time to go have a whole lot of blood drawn tomorrow. My goal for this appointment is to not have the nurse say the following words: “You don’t look so good…are you…oh my gosh you need to lay down!”
Yeah, I’m that girl.
On the bright side, Mr. Engineer promised me froyo every time I get stuck with a needle in the next month (which will be on FOUR separate occasions. *whimper*)
So for now, I’ll be thinking about how easy it apparently is to contract rabies (i.e. rabid animal licks your recently shaven leg and BAM! rabies!) Who knew?
*adapted from Jeri’s Ninja Death Star Flu. Name patent pending.