I went to the doctor's today. You know, about eight days too late. Turns out that while I indeed had a cold that definitely contributed to my demise at the LA Marathon, allergies played a big role too.
Allergies? I haven't had allergy problems for years.
Think again. My recent trail runs and bike rides to Hidden Valley came at the peak of spring, when all sorts of pollens were in full bloom. As a result, my throat tightened, my glands hardened, my lungs overworked, and my breathing suffered. This led, according to the doctor, to fatigue, which ultimately contributed to my body saying "enough is enough!" on Sunday.
So, as if I was 9 and getting allergy shots, I'm on medication again. Flo-Nase and Allegra.
The good news is that I'm feeling better already. My throat is starting to loosen and isn't quite as sore. My eyes, while dry and droopy, feel a little lighter for getting so much sleep the past few days.
I'm going to take the rest of the week off from training, no matter how I feel. I think it's time for a little break. Time to heal the muscles and just relax for a few days. I'll get back to the training grind this Monday.
After all, I've got another triathlon coming up. The next goal: Newport Beach triathlon on April 11. Mark it down. I will be ready. More than ready! I'm getting fired up just typing about it.
But for now, I'm more fired up for a good night's sleep. A full night's sleep with no training jolting me out of bed at the crack of dawn. Yup, a mini-training vacation.
245 days and counting.