Between Dan (husband) and Darren (coach), I may never be allowed to run again!
If I'd listened to Dan last week, I might be well and running today.
As it is, I'm missing not only runs but work. My voice is back, but still more like that of a teenage boy than my real voice, and I woke at 3:30 a.m. today with the kind of dry cough that won't let you sleep. Around 5, thanks to lots of water and two cough drops, I was able to doze off on the couch.
You can bet I'm going to listen to Dan now. And to Darren. Who drastically cut my running for the past weekend and the week ahead: none allowed Saturday, Sunday or today, and tomorrow is an iffy easy 30 minutes. I'm betting he'll nix that one, too, once he hears about last night and the coughing. If all is well, I'll be allowed to do a 70-minute progression run this weekend, but he's already said no to upping that back to the 90-minute version I would have done this past weekend (yeah, I asked).
I'm not really as grumpy about all this as I'm sounding. I know that this is what being smart looks like, and that this is the kind of rest that most of us don't allow ourselves when we get sick or start to feel an injury coming on. Like oxen hitched to a plow, we keep.....plowing. And that's NOT how you get better. It's another great thing about hiring a coach. There's someone objective out there telling you in ALL CAPS to slow-the-eff-down.
The way I see it, my job right now is to take a nap, drink lots of water and tea and read until I fall asleep. There is a blue sky ahead. In his note denying my request to go 90 minutes this weekend, Darren wrote:
...want to make sure you are completely healthy before going hard for two weeks prior to Detroit Half.
Going hard....yes, I'm going super easy today so I can go hard when the time is right.