6x200m repeats at 40
10M "long run" fail
Remember how excited I was about my running last week? Well that just turned to poo as soon as I stepped back onto US soil. I felt a tickle in my throat when I was leaving Istanbul and I immediately went into I'll-do-anything-to-not-get-sick mode, which included, but was not limited to: taking zicam four times a day, drinking what's gotta be at least two gallons of water a day, running slower, running shorter, and sleeping as much as a possible.
It didn't work.
The snot, mucus, sore throat all hit me full force later this week. I thought for sure it would go away, but it's Sunday night and I got 11 hours of sleep last night and somehow there is more junk in my respiratory system than there was two days ago. I kid you not, I blew about 37 snot rockets on a 45 minute run this weekend. How is all of that in me?
So yeah. This week was tough. I was jet lagged. I wasn't used to the time difference. I had an accounting midterm. I had Bank of America work to catch up on. I wanted running to be the one thing that made me feel great. But instead it was just like I was burying myself deeper into my summer cold.
I can only hope that next week will be better, but my guess is that it will take me a little while to get over this thing.
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