An Ill-Timed Cold

I had big plans for this week. I am not carpooling for the week, and thus have more flexibility than usual with my schedule. I was going to meet a friend after work today and go for a four mile run together. I was going to meet a friend for a beer tomorrow after work, but could go in a little late (and work a little late) so I could get in a five mile run in the morning without having to get up at an insane hour. I was planning a short hike Wednesday morning, getting to work by about 9:30 and working until 6PM, then going to San Diego send-off.

Oh, the best laid plans, seemingly derailed by something so unimaginably small that even several thousands of them clustered together would likely be invisible to the human eye – a rhinovirus. My throat felt a little sore last evening, and I wondered if I was coming down with a cold. By this morning, there was no doubt. I reluctantly decided to cancel my run plans and my beer for tomorrow night. I am still hoping to make it to send-off, but any running tomorrow and a hike Wednesday morning are almost certainly history.

It is frustrating, but little specks of protein really don’t care about our plans. They just do their thing, and in this case, I am feeling pretty crummy as a result. I am pumping Zicam, sucking cough drops, and trying not to infect the office. I made it through work today, but feel much worse tonight than I did this morning. I think my running plans are on ice for most, if not all, of the week, which is really frustrating. But at least there is still a month to go to get over this thing and pick up training again. It is ill-timed but not worse-case timed.