1:21:27/8:58 pace. By last night my cold I have been fighting got me in full force. I skipped the beer I planned on having and just went to bed. Slept like a rock. Woke up with a stuffy nose, sore throat, and laryngitis. Decided to run but take it super easy. Halfway through I made a phone call to my husband and managed to croak out hoarsely that I would like some water. I even stopped and stood there and drank the water and didn't try to run and drink. Amazingly, by the last few miles of the run I started to feel a lot better! I am still hoarse and can't breathe through my nose but the fatigue seems to have lifted--for now anyway. Also surprising is my appetite despite the fact that I can't hardly taste my food. Put away an egg, a few ounces of grilled chicken, and 4 or 5 pancakes at breakfast. I have always been a girl who likes to eat. My husband said one of the things that attracted him to me when we first started dating is how I shamelessly cleaned my plate when we went out to eat. Nothing's changed! |