If you're reading running blogs from Minnesota, you'll be reading a lot about cold weather. I'm often the first and most vocal complainer about weather, but this cold snap could not have come at a more propitious time.
Monday: 11 miles in 101. Ran in the loose drifts snow plows had thrown.
Tuesday: 10 in 76, indoors, with 5 in 35. The windchill was 0, so it was outdoor weather, but I hadn't seen another runner in weeks, so I wanted to go to the Metrodome, which was reopened. I was sure that SteveInaSpeedo and Pharmie would be there and I'd told her about my confectionery, so I brought along some fudge (pictured on Steve's blog, here). It was weird making the transition from 10 degrees to 80 and I found myself running much faster than planned, so I decided to make a real fast run of it, making each lap faster until I couldn't keep up; I was under 6:30 pace and probably down to 6:00 before my body rebelled. I tacked on another 5 miles and really wanted to push myself to put in my allotted 105 minutes, but common sense prevailed.
Wednesday: 10 in 103. Wind chill=0. Felt stiff and assumed it was due to running too hard on Tuesday. It was hard to continue after 8 miles. Spotted a hawk (probably red tailed) catching a vole. That evening, had a runny nose and wondered if some new allergy was hitting.
Thursday: 4 in 34, indoors. Wind chill = -22. Felt "wrong" almost from the first step. Couldn't place what the problem was, but was dragging and mentally just not there, so I quit early. Five minutes after arriving home, I had shaking chills. It was more than just shivering and I wondered how I could possibly have hypothermia having been outdoors for only a few minutes. Then all hell broke loose. I put on my coat, hat and gloves again, cranked the thermostat and brewed some hot tea. I took my temperature and it read 95.2.
At this point I knew it was the flu. Last year, when I had the swine flu, I tried to tough my way through it, developed pneumonia and nearly died. I made two immediate decisions: 1) Do everything possible to get completely well quickly and ignore everything else. 2) Toss whatever was embarrassing in the house in the trash, just in case I didn't make it through the night.
When I finally stopped shaking two hours later, my temperature was 102.3 and I fell asleep on my couch, awaking 11 hours later.
Friday: 0 miles. Wind chill = -13. Felt much better, but had muscle aches, especially in my eyes, and some congestion. Napped off-and-on all day.
Saturday: 0 miles. Wind chill = -9. Could've run, but stayed true to my plan of doing nothing until all the symptoms were gone.
Sunday: 0 miles (presumably). Wind chill = -12, so far. Definitely could've run, but tomorrow's supposed to be in the 20's, so one more "snow day" just feels right.
[Whence today's title? See here.]
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