My last run was on Monday, February 9, exactly two weeks and one day ago. It was a great run, too. A fartlek. It was cold, sunny, and felt wonderful.
Two days before that, on Saturday, February 7, I ran long. 6.3 miles along my favorite route, up hills and down hills. During the last mile, I felt blissfully close to hitting the wall. I pulled every last ounce of energy from my legs. It felt wonderful.
On Tuesday, February 10, I woke up with a mild sore throat and a little nasal congestion. My mom had recovered just the week before from this same virus, very mild, basically just a minor cold. I cancelled my planned run, but otherwise I continued living normally.
By the time the weekend rolled around, I felt a little bit better, but it proved to be only a moment of respite. The next day, I woke up with laryngitis, nasal congestion, shortness of breath, and a really bad cough. In hindsight, I’m pretty sure I developed acute bronchitis.
And that is where I am still. For over a week, I’ve been taking over-the-counter cough medicine just to get a few hours’ sleep. Since bronchitis is virtually always viral, I haven’t even tried to go to the doctor – what could they do? Charge me $200 to confirm that it’s a virus, and recommend that I treat it with OTC cough medicine? There’s nothing I can do but wait this out. I am getting better – but improvement comes in slow, tiny, baby steps.
Running has been out of the question, and it absolutely grieves me. Admittedly, it’s been cold, but I want to run! I still have shortness of breath and a bad cough, meaning a cold weather run is a bad idea.
I don’t have much more to add. I’m just tired of being tired, ready to be done with sickness. Unfortunately it seems like sickness is not done with me!