There are very few things in life that I hate. Being sick is one of them. I always want to get up and do something. Then I try (or i do, out of sheer will) and find it was silly of me. Yesterday's two hour run, for example - Sheer will got me through that thing. And ego. I couldn't bail half-way through and leave Missy running alone. I couldn't tell coach that it just wasn't in me. I should've. But I didn't. Today, my abs are getting a workout with the coughing. You know, the kind of coughing that leaves you red faced, gasping for air, broken capilaries around your eyes...
I've been awake for three hours and once I finish this, I'm going back to bed. It's probably about 80 degrees and sunny today. I may not even make it past the porch. There will be many more days like this to come, but it sucks to miss the first few.
A couple people have asked about my race season...and I have the bigs ones on the calendar, but I think there will be a few smaller ones thrown in. Thus far, its:
May 3 - Flying Pig Marathon, Cincinnati, OH
May 22-24 - American Triple T, Portsmouth, OH
July 19 - Musselman Triathlon, Geneva, NY
August 30 - IMKY, Louisville, KY
I'm not dead set on Musselman right now. I registered for it because I thought I'd be living in Jersey and it would be a good half to do. I'll likely sub in another race. Gotta talk to caoch about what he wants me to do, I suppose.
For, now, I need to go rest and get healthy for the Pig next weekend.