That was my weekend. After weeks of decent training and long runs, my plan was to run a 5K in Westlake Village yesterday. Didn't happen.
Has been a week since the cold that knocked me out and about 5 days since I thought I had it completely beat, but doggone it...I still have the congestion in my chest.
The congestion in and of itself seems to remedy itself after moving around a bit and loosening it up. But my body has been telling me...SLEEP...PLEASE SLeeppp....ZZzzzz. I've been having a hard time waking up before 7 a.m. And the feeling continues.
But...I was DETERMINED to run the 5K yesterday, even knowing I was low on energy. But then came hurdle #2...the wife...
My wife has been laid up with a cold and/or sinus infection for the last 4 or 5 days, and she laid down the law with me yesterday. YOU ARE WATCHING THE KIDS!
The kids weren't getting up for a 5K and my body wasn't cooperating anyway, so other than a visit to IHOP, I didn't do much of anything on that rainy, dreary Sunday.
But then towards 6 p.m. I thought I might be able to sneak out to do a run. Within minutes, instead of running, I was driving off to local pediatric Urgent Care because both of my little ones came down with a combination of pink eye, cold/sinus infection and ear infection.
We closed down urgent care at 8:15 p.m., brought home our stash of eyedrops and antibiotics and that was the end of my weekend.
Not a good weekend. Still not feeling up to snuff. But I'm alive and hoping that this forced rest helps me in 4 weeks as I run the Malibu Marathon. What I'm really hoping is that I can run one last 18 to 20 miler next Sunday.