So today is race day… And I am sick on my couch… Which is where I have pretty much been since Tuesday evening. Not only did I bail on running a 5K but I also bailed on cheering on my friends as they ran half marathons.
I had been more excited about the cheering part than the running part. I just got two very unexpected PRs and this was not a goal race for me. I was doing the race more as something to do while my friends where on the course but I was totally content with just being there too.
But when it became very clear to me at work yesterday that I was not going to make it through the work day, I knew I would also have to stay in bed Saturday morning instead of going to the race.
On top of all of that…. It was week 14 of consistency in my running… At least it was supposed to be. But that is not more too. I ran Monday but have not run since. I know there will be no run today and I really doubt there will be a run tomorrow… Hell I am not even sure when I will be able to run this week so this week might be a no for the running 4 days a week goal.
I know I am sick and considering standing was difficult, I know running was out of the question. I have mostly slept over the past several days. But it doesn’t change that I am bummed. Not only because I wasn’t able to cheer on my friends…. Something I had been looking forward to for weeks. But also because my running has hit a very hard stop.
I almost fear that I will be starting over again and all the work that I had been putting in for the previous 13 weeks will be lost. I know my first few runs back will suck… Coming back after having a brutal cough is never pleasant but I fear that I will also lose some of the stamina I have built up. And I wonder if I will be able to do a 6 mile run or if I will have to wait several weeks and work up to it again.
My next true goal race isn’t until October so I know I have plenty of time but I am still disappointed by this small set back…