All's quiet on the homefront
…except the incessant coughing of me and my roommate and the fits of phlegm I cough up in the middle of the night.
I was pretty bummed to have got sick right before my first tri of the season. On Saturday (the day before the race), I couldn’t breathe without feeling a sharp pain on my kidneys, and my lungs wouldn’t expand no matter how slow I breathed. I probably took too many puffs from my inhaler than were healthy, popped an entire box of Dayquil, and drank a gallon of OJ. And I still couldn’t kick the funk.
Now, after the race and all the traveling, I have no voice and I haven’t trained since the race.
I am sore (from NOT training), beyond antsy, and I want to cry because all I really want to do is ride my bike for a few hours and go for a run. Heck, I’ll even take a few hours in the pool. But I am afraid that anything I do will put me back even further.
So I will wait. Sit on my hands (literally). I guess its a good time to get work done, anyway.
I have a big week of training next week, including American Triple T in Ohio next weekend. I’m not sure if I will be making the trip. If I feel like this, driving for 20 hours each way probably isn’t going to help my lungs get any better…
this isn’t supposed to be a woe-is-me post. I’m kind of floating around in training land trying to figure out what is ok and what is not ok for me to be doing.