I’ve been training for the Cleveland Marathon (1/2 not full) since the beginning of the year. My goal is to run the entire thing. I am NOT a fast runner. There are people who can fast walk faster than my “run”. That’s not the point there. Personal fitness is a personal thing. And even though it’s a race, I’m not competing with anyone but myself.
I have the 21 week 1/2 marathon training plan. I don’t necessarily do all the miles on the day they are scheduled, but I was averaging 5 miles over the total miles for each week. I haven’t been running outside so I figured that the extra treadmill miles would help make up the difference between an indoor run and an outdoor run. Also, mostly, I run intervals on the treadmill.
A little over two weeks ago, my son got sick. 104 degree fever for days. It was so bad that the doctor had us rotating acetaminophen with ibuprofen (which is a BAD idea as it’s very easy to overdose your kid) because using just one wasn’t bringing down the fever. It was scary. My husband and I were switching days off of work. We had phone calls to the doctor and visits. By the end of the week, my son had to get a chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia. It was completely scary.
My little son wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink. In fact, we had 5 kinds of popsicles that he wouldn’t eat. And we had medicine everywhere. And those stinky little medicine cups.
It was awful. He literally had a fever for 8 days straight. It was terrible. And his cough! It was heartbreaking. I was so relieved when his fever finally broke. But it’s been 17 days and he still has a cough.
Well, the day after my son’s fever broke, I got sick. I felt completely fine one minute and the next I felt awful. It came on so suddenly. It was as though I put on the illness, like putting on an article of clothing. My head started to hurt and I started coughing and coughing. And I got a fever. I very rarely get a fever. I had 102-103 degree fever for 4 days. And I still have a horrific cough. I spent an entire week doing nothing but going to work and sleeping. I slept 14 hours one night and was still tired when I got up in the morning. I had horrible muscle pain. I’ve never felt anything like it. I just ached.
For two weeks, this is what my kitchen counter looked like:
After a 6 days, I decided that I needed to start marathon training again. I lost EVERYTHING! I am in worse shape than I was in January. I hacked the entire time I ran, which was only 30 minutes! I took a bike ride the next two days in a row and had coughing fits the entire time then too. This sucks!
I’m still tired all the time too. I have never been this sick. While I was in the depths of despair over the whole illness, I thought “people die from the flu”. I know that people die from the flu, but having never been this ill from it, I didn’t really understand. Now, I understand. I wasn’t close to death, but I think, if my son was a bit younger/smaller, he would definitely have been hospitalized. He was that bad, particularly since we couldn’t get him to eat or drink.