With temperatures in the 50s Tuesday and another 5-8 inches of snow forecast for today, there was no way I wasn’t going to get in a run — even if I was coming off a nasty chest cold that rendered me virtually useless for three days.
I’ve written before that I like to run when I’m sick because it unclogs my sinuses. Well, this may have been more like the flu because I came back from Friday’s 7 miler feeling worse than ever — chills, headache, and by Saturday morning, aches and pains that magnified my sore muscles into almost marathon-level ouchiness.
By Tuesday, after not running for three days, I was ready to go. But because I wasn’t completely recovered and not sure how I’d feel out on the road, I decided to do laps at the Ossian trail where I could stop if I needed to. (I could also watch out for Colleen on the playground at her school, though I usually keep my distance so the monitors don’t think I’m a crazy stalker lady.)
Despite the balmy feeling in the air, there wasn’t much to look at — lots of brown grass and pools of melting ice and snow. But the great thing was that for the first time in 2014 the path was relatively dry all the way around and I didn’t have to put on my beater shoes or Yaktrax. I actually got to run outside in my Newtons!
I’d been planning to listen to the rest of that Malcolm Gladwell book from the marathon, but our resident 11-year-old had hijacked it. I’m glad she’s listening to such a cool book, but now the batteries were dead. So it was just me and my wandering/wondering mind, as usual.
I couldn’t find Ben’s old running watch, either, so I just noted the time on my cell phone and took off — way too fast, as it turns out. I was excited to run, even though my lungs still felt rattly, but I clearly paid the price by slowing way down later on. By the time the noon whistle blew — yes, Ossian still has that quaint small-town tradition — I was startled to realize I’d have to scramble if I wanted to get in 10 miles under 2 hours.
I made it, just barely — 1:57 by my cell phone clock. I’d been hoping for something better, but I hadn’t really been sure what to expect coming off a sickness. At least this time I really did feel much better afterward.