I knew I was going to get sick the minute I walked into Boyfriend’s apartment. He had been fighting a cold for several days, and though my immune system is generally good, it’s not that good. We had friends over Saturday night to play Magic (which was a lot of fun), and at least one of his coworkers was sick. I think the other was fighting it off. Either way, I was surrounded by cold germs and there was no way out.
I still wanted to run Sunday morning. The schedule has us up to 7 miles now. I initially didn’t want to run 7 miles; I just wasn’t feeling it, and I decided that I might knock my immune system down more if I did. After forcing myself out of the house, I began my run on campus. The weather was so beautiful outside – sunny, cool but not cold. Texas Fall. My initial laziness quickly morphed into zeal, and I did not want to stop running. I probably would have run the entire 7 miles had I not talked myself out of it. I already know that I can physically run 7 miles – why knock my immune system down even more? It was better to do a shorter run and maybe save myself from getting sick, rather than running the full seven and then for sure get sick.
I reluctantly stopped my run after about 4 or 4.5 miles. Looking back now, I probably should have run the full 7. That night my throat got sore, and now I’m sick.
I know there are runners who subscribe to the idea of running if you have symptoms only above the neck, but I’m not one of those runners. As much as I love running, it can put a lot of stress on your body. I think it’s better to rest for a couple of days and miss a couple of days of running, rather than continually running and prolonging your illness.
So, half marathon training is on hold until I can kick this cold in the face.