Patience; the new endurance sport.

had to get this done so I could ski Monday.

I'm getting a cold.  I can either blame my sub-zero run on Saturday or a trip to the supermarket in which I did not wash my hands after visitng.

I haven't been sick in a while, so I guess it's due. But still.  it sucks.  I took both yesterday and today as "recovery runs" (10 m/m's).

Atlhough I ran the first and last mile really slowly (11m/m) it did me in.  My whole face and head have been pounding since yesterday.  I'm a gonner now, down for the count.  I'll be lucky if this just stays.  If it goes into my lungs, it'll be a long time.  I shouldn't have pushed the 8 miles this morning, but I think I knew I'd be forced to hiatus the rest of the week.

I came out of a coma at 4:45 after taking two advil and a hit of Flonase.  Hooray for nasal steroids.  My teeth and eye sockets have been killing me. Weird because normally the kind of cold I get goes right for the lungs.  Not to say it won't travel there later, but it has had a heyday in my face these past 3 days.  I got tired of wiping aquafore on my raw nose and whining to my kids for the millionth time how much my head hurt. My daughter rolls her eyes and tells me I'm such a baby.  I have no idea how tomorrow will go down.  I'll run as far as I can with Jos.  We'll see how it goes. But tonight after I started feeling better I took a beautiful sunset joggy walk up to the cemetary hill and down.  The dogs were elated to see me come off my deathbed. But my nose is so raw, it stings in the wind. 

I feel lucky to have had Josse and Ericka to run with.  I had to run with my ski mask to protect my face from the wind. I admit, I looked pretty rad.  Overall, I was doing ok, but had a hard time breathing. I feel 150% better than Thursday and  even better than yesterday.  I'll take it easy at home the rest of today and do my long run on Monday. I'd hoped to have 3 50 mile weeks in a row, but I didn't count on getting sick.  That means I'll  get 60+ miles next week if I stay healthy.