|Poor Matt. If i was him, i would have run screaming from the infirmiry our apartment has become...|
What is the worst thing that could possibly happen 3 weeks before your marathon?
Ok, its probably not the very worst thing that could happen, so I should probably shut up before I jinx myself. But, I am slightly less than pleased that during what is probably the most crucial week of work outs in training, I have been completely side lined. The only redeeming thing in my illness is that Waffles has been sick all week too, and has been my constant cuddle buddy. She is having an IBS flair-up, (a particularly nasty one at that) so she has been having digestive problems for the past week (a nice way of saying explosive diarrhea.)
Between the germ-ridden travel, the stress of cramming 5 days on work into 3 days, the emotional havoc of two days with a bunch of Huntingtons Disease people, and not having continuous sleep since March (Thanks Waffles, you poop monster….) has really caught up with me. I have a friend (who just ran the Paris Marathon, Congrats Jess!!) that would always function at 110%. She would get more done in a day than most people got done in a week, and I am still in awe of how she managed to do it. I have a low tipping point, and whenever I try to go “Jess-mode,” the stress and exhaustion gets to be too much, my whole body shuts down. My never ending drive to do all the things has left me side-lined on the couch (once again) with Waffles doing NONE of the things, other than eating plain rice and napping.
|NAPPING. Like a Boss.|
We did walk down to the park this weekend, since we were both too sick to exercise, but wanted to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. It was really funny, because all the dogs, hyper as they were, would take a break to calmly come over and lay by my feet, like I am some kind of dog whisperer. It’s weird the way that animals can sense sickness, and care for you in your own way. Sometimes I think I am better around animals than people – they just get me.
***I am still working on my DC post – the whole thing was much harder and more emotional than I thought it would be. And now I feel like crap on top of it. Waffles is spending the day with the vet. Sadly, she doesn’t have the meat on her bones that I do, so where as I can stand to not eat and lose a few lbs (ok. 10 lbs. I should probably lose 10 lbs.) she is so tiny to begin with that they need to keep her hydrated.
The really hard part is that I feel guilty. Guilty that I didn’t run 20 miles this weekend (even though prolonged standing is making me dizzy at this point). Guilty that I didn’t run yesterday. Guilty that I am not running right now as I type this. Guilty that i can't take care of my stupid dog. Guilty that i can't write a coherent blog post. I know that it’s batshit crazy to feel that way, but whatevs, it’s how I roll.
Do you get running guilt when you’re sick? What about marathon flu? (this will be the 3rd f***ing time I have gotten sick a few weeks before a marathon….what the heck?)