Spent the majority of the weekend sick. This bad head cold and stuff moved in and it's taking it's time moving out. I feel a little better today but still packing around a heavy head. We took a family walk over to the park and around then back. By the time I was home I was kind of dizzy and ready to lay down. So we'll see what the day brings... wishing I can feel good and run this evening but it's not looking good.
10.5 miles this afternoon = a very, very bad day. I started feeling a little better later in the day and got antsy to get some miles in. So about 4 p.m I went out to just try some. The goal was to go to mile 3 and see how things felt then take it from there. So three miles in and I felt pretty good. 4 miles in and still good. 5 miles in and good. 5.5 miles in and I start needing a potty stop. 5.7 miles in and I really need a stop. 6 miles in to the DC and I hit a port-a-potty. Wow that was close to very bad. So now I'm 5-6 miles from home basically any way you run it. I start back with the intentions of going all the way back for a total of 12 miles. I do pretty good up to about mile 9. Then it's over. It's the worst side ache of my life. The kind that will hurt for two days down the road. It actually forces me to stop and walk for about a quarter of a mile. I take the most direct line back to the house and basically just die once I get home. Long story short I wasn't better. I had too much Nyquil, DayQuil and every other type of medication in the system. Oh this one hurt... both the pride and the physical body.
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