Remember how I mentioned my love (0r not) of summer running? Well, despite my loathing of running in ridiculous heat and humidity, I dragged myself out on Tuesday after camp drop off and “ran” 8 miles with my training buddy. While there was some running involved, there was also a fair amount of walking up hills and a whole lot of “do we really have to do all 8 miles?” But we toughed it out and survived. Sort of.
The next day I was planning another longish run, but between work, family visiting, and kid camp schedules (not to mention the heat), I was happy to manage 5 miles on the treadmill.
Then the wheels fell off my training.
Beer Geek came home on Wednesday from work and went straight to bed. Uh oh. I woke up feeling off on Thursday, but wasn’t sure if I was sick until early Friday morning. Within a matter of hours, my body was completely emptied. In fact, my Friday went something like this.. Eat toast, get sick, sleep for 2 hours, get up, drink nuun, go back to bed, get up, eat 5 pretzels, celebrate that staying in by napping on the couch, eat 5 more pretzels, go back to bed for a nap, eat a bit of chicken and a tortilla, go back to bed because digesting is hard work, wake up long enough to make sure the kids were actually going to bed at some point, go to bed for the night and sleep 12 hours.
Meanwhile, Beer Geek was doing basically the same thing on a slightly different schedule.
I’m pretty sure I’ve never been so tired in my life. Walking up the stairs required at least a 15 minute nap. I felt a huge amount better on Saturday and was able to keep up with some of our planned activities, but I haven’t run since Wednesday. And I was trying to front load my miles last week because I knew this week would be challenging.
Ah well, such is life. One totally lost week during marathon training won’t kill me. The trick now is to figure out how to get myself back on the wagon. After all, I have 19.9 miles to run yet this month.