Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Plague


I was already tired when I woke up this morning. I really hate it when that happens. It really doesn't help that I definitely maybe have the beginnings of the plague. I never told my body it could get sick  and it did it anyway. Rude. 

I have read posts on several running blogs that said if the blogger is sick from the neck up, they still run. Since I seem to have the beginnings of a sore throat, I decided to go ahead and do 3 miles. Outside. In forty degree weather with a cruel and bitter wind. I imagine it helped my throat immensely. 

I picked an out and back route that I haven't run in a while and made myself get dressed and get it over with before my first class. I think I picked a good time. There were lots of other runners out braving the cold and I felt a sense of solidarity with each of them. We were the few, the proud, the ape-s*** crazy who venture outside in inclement weather in pursuit of miles. Sure, we were all cold, but that didn't matter because we were out there chasing that elusive runner's high. Together. Because we all have mad love for the same thing. Write a song about that, Taylor Swift.


Normally I try to make my first run of the week a faster treadmill run, but since I am getting sick I wanted to take it easy. Instead of one of my upbeat running playlists, I listened to the  Audiobook I started yesterday and just ran at whatever pace felt comfortable. Once I got home I took a shower and went about my boring day. This is week 4 of marathon training. The life between the miles doesn't seem as big when you're planning to do the impossible.

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