From the neck down, I'm starting to feel better. I broke my fever in the wee hours of the morning -- no, I didn't feel the earthquake -- and my foot has been pain-free for two days now. From the neck up, I'm a mess. My neck and shoulder muscles are tight to the point that I can't look past 90 degrees on either side. My throat feels like it's embedded with glass shards that tear at anything approaching solid food. I know because I couldn't take soup anymore today (after two pints from Canter's and one large serving from Dupar's) and ventured out for a Subway sandwich and later on, a burger. Caloric intake temporarily overtook sensibility.
I spoke with Coach Gerardo late this evening to get a sense of my chances for the LA Marathon. He still thinks this sort of thing is very normal and explained why. Apparently when the taper phase occurs shortly before an important race, the body is tricked into thinking that it's OK to shut down and repair itself. Therefore, your immune system is more susceptible to illness. Further, pre-race illness is a symptom of the beginning phases of over-training. Those factors, coupled with my trip to San Francisco and attending a convention contributed to my downfall.
It makes so much sense, but that doesn't make this any less frustrating. I've worked too hard to come this far and be denied a kick-ass marathon. Won't. Happen. Period.
One positive indication of my recovery came via an hour of yoga from home using a DVD that Stephanie loaned. Yesterday, I didn't have an ounce of energy to even move around the house. Today was different. Better. Progress. Once again, solitary yoga turned out to be so much more productive than a group session. I was able to focus on purely nasal breathing the entire time, along with focusing exclusively on form and not what others in the class were doing and how they looked by comparison. Despite my kvetching about my neck, all other body parts seem to be getting back to normal. That is encouraging. And with my massage tomorrow with Abby, I'm hopeful she can push me over the top.
We'll see how tomorrow goes. For now, it's time to get some more rest. Apparently 12 hours and an hour nap today weren't enough.
252 days and counting.