My last marathon, it was bad. I was diagnosed with bronchitis nine days before the marathon. I nearly didn’t make the run, but fortunately my doctor came up with a drug regimen that helped me clear my lungs, and with a heart rate monitor to tell me when to slow down, I made it through the race. I was slower than my goal pace, but I finished, and when you have bronchitis, that is WAY more than half the battle.
So imagine my frustration when last Monday I woke up with a sore throat, and by Tuesday I was starting to cough. With a history of bronchitis and pneumonia, I was very nervous. I went to see my doctor on Wednesday, and after some tests and x-rays, was very pleased to hear that I should be okay. I was told to lie low, drink lots of fluids, and get plenty of rest.
Okay, I can do that.
I worked half days from home the rest of the week, and tried to get as much sleep as possible. Easy does it all the way around. Saturday morning I woke up feeling pretty good. I decided not to run, and let my body continue to recover.
Today I ran a little. By little, I mean ten miles, so it’s all relative. I can tell you two things… one, I’m not fully recovered; they were ten tough miles, and I didn’t run very fast compared to some recent outings (9:58/mile). Two, my IT bands have tightened up having five days off, so I’m going to have to roll those out in the coming days.
But for the marathon, which is one week from today? I think I’m in good shape. I missed a few miles this week… ran about seven less than I planned, but it’s okay. It’s the taper, and maybe I did myself more good than harm by having a couple extra days off. All in all, I’m happy with where I’m at.
I’m ready for Chicago!
Kleenix box image courtesy of Brian Reid and used under a Creative Commons license. See his photo page on Flickr for more information.