I’ve been fighting a cold for the better part of a week. It started as a throat thing last Wednesday, but then became a throat/chest thing by Thursday. By late Thursday into Friday it became a nasty chest thing with some of the symptoms of acute bronchitis.
So, as much as it killed me to do it, I had to skip the York White Rose 5-Miler on Saturday. It would have been my 10th race since I started running back in January, and it would have been my longest race to date. Instead, I sat around the house and felt sorry for myself.
The good news is that I feel considerably better today, and I hope back in action this coming week.
To paraphrase the Tao of Programming, “After three days without running, life becomes meaningless.” I need to get back out on the road… badly.
Hang in there buddy. A little lay off will revitalize the soul. You’ll be out there in no time.