Part of the Game (but it still sucks)

When I woke up Saturday and started getting ready for my last longish run before the race in three weeks, I knew something was amiss.  A scratchy throat and slight headache accompanied by extra sensitive muscles all told me that I was coming down with yet another sickness, the third in as many months.  I don't get sick.  I haven't been to a real doctor since 1987.  Ok, I get a cold maybe once a year.  I attribute this string of colds to working with unhealthy people (I think I'm the only one who exercises and doesn't smoke); seems like there's constant hacking and sniffling within earshot at work.  Need to start paying close attention to [not] touching my face and washing my hands constantly.  Funny enough, one of those co-workers just gave me a dropper bottle of "Wish Garden" herbal supplement for my cold.  Hope they don't have drug testing for the middle of the packers at Antelope.

I suppose the timing isn't too bad.  I ended the week at 83 miles with a long run of 30 miles.  My legs are like granite and I'm raging to race.  The cold will slow me down a bit this week (already took Mon and Tues off completely, which felt pretty good actually) but feeling crummy and taking it a bit easy this week will hopefully slingshot me mentally and physically to another, higher level of energy and eagerness, like emerging from illness usually does.  The weather has complimented my schedule well with the last two days being dank and ugly just when I decided to be inactive for 48 hrs.  Today and the rest of the week are supposed to be nice 50s-60s and sunny, so it'll be easier to get out the door and enjoy some good maintenance runs in the afternoons.  16 days 'til my big Hokas toe the line!

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