Last Wednesday the plague struck our house and for the first time in the 11 years I've known Allan I was actually the sicker one of the two and he had to take care of me. Nursing doesn't come naturally to Allan so this was a learning process. On Monday I finally dragged myself to the doctor and 30 minutes later I was out the door with two shots and three prescriptions. I really love our family doctor!
Fast forward to today and I'm still a little congested and coughing but tomorrow is D-Day so I'm going to have to rally and be ready for the marathon. This year I feel so much more prepared physically than I did last year and my last few long runs were some of my best runs of the year. I can only hope that my body will have the strength to carry me 26.2 miles after being sick for 10 days.
Now before anyone fusses at me for running a marathon while I'm sick let me say that if I feel like it's too much and my body can't handle it I have no problem stopping the race right there. The forecast is not calling for rain anymore and the temperatures are highs in the 50's which will be a heat wave compared to the 20's and 30's we've been having. I feel like I've recovered enough to at least give it a try. I owe myself that much after all the hard work I've put in.
Before all this I had a few goals for myself but now they are pretty simple. Finish in one piece within the time limit (6:05) and if I'm feeling really good try to PR (anything under 5:46). I pray that I can accomplish both of these but if tomorrow isn't my day then at least I will have tried and given it all that I could.
UPDATE: Rain made its way back into the forecast and I just can't risk getting pneumonia so there's no marathon for me today. Normally I'd be disappointed and cry but I know I did the right thing considering the weather and being sick. No race is worth risking my health for.