I told my friend/coach/running life partner that I get sick with allergies about twice a year. I told him this a few days ago. Wouldn’t you know it I’m hitting one of those seasons, now. Pollen counts have been ridiculously high, so on Saturday night, I felt that familiar tickle in my throat. I held out hope that this wouldn’t be anything, but it most certainly is.
Sunday was brutal, being the first real nasty day. Very sore throat, gallons upon gallons of running nose, and just overall feeling gross. Sunday night was worse, because it’s almost impossible to sleep in this situation. I went through 1.5 boxes of Kleenex in less than 12 hours and sleep was fleeting. I probably got about 3 good hours.
(And here’s where the run comes in.)
Monday Morning I woke up tired, miserable and still draining. But I put my running clothes on and somehow made it out the door. As soon as I started running, I could feel the effects of the allergies. I was sluggish and miserable, but I was running.
Along the trail I found a nice knife, which I’m not sure how to get back to the original owner. I guess I’ll post something on Facebook, but if no one claims it, I guess it’s another knife.
I finished the run relatively strong and don’t feel that I’m any sicker for it.
Oh, forgot to mention that, for one reason or another, I’m down 5 pounds from two weeks ago. Excellent.