My recovery from the GDC "nerd flu" is literally becoming a race against time. Coach Gerardo was hoping I'd be better by today. He thought two days would be sufficient for a full recovery if I rested and hydrated enough. We're headed into the fourth day and while my body is adjusting back to the beginnings of normalcy, I'm just not feeling great yet. Despite my massage therapist Abby's best efforts, I'd put my condition as an 8 on a scale of 10. My neck isn't as sore as last night and I've gained some mobility, but my throat is still scratchy and raw. Worse yet, I've started coughing up phlegm. Nasty stuff too, of the fluorescent and mocha-colored variety.
All of this is starting to get me worried. I've got four more days to be 100% healthy and ready for my first marathon. If what is now a head cold seeps into my chest, I'm all but finished for the marathon before it starts.
Not all of today's news was poor. In fact, I was being able to run without any side effects for 45 minutes. My lone workout called for an hour staying within heart-rate zone 1, which was no problem -- even running up to 6 mph for five minutes without approaching 140 bpm. (I had to cut short the workout due to a busy day at work.) That's definitely a good sign, so much so that by the end of the workout I didn't really need to shower before changing since I hadn't broken a major sweat.
Tomorrow, I'm spinning for an hour and 15 minutes and then doing an hour of yoga in the evening. That's the plan. At this point though, I've learned that plans don't necessarily matter. It's what you do and how you act when reality presents itself to you, ready or not.
251 days and counting.