Written 2 days after. Sorry. It all started w/a sore throat and a soccer tournament. Springfield, MO, 34 degrees. 8 mile last “long” run. It was a great run w/another soccer mom friend. The tournament distracted me from worrying too much. However, I felt worse and worse as the weekend went on.
Sunday and Monday, went to bed at 9. Bought all the right foods, made sure I was doing all the right things. Monday it was FREAKING HOT and there was a snake fight on the Pathfinder. Between that, and feeling like crap, I was sure “it was over”. I had a meltdown (crying by the microwave) that night.
The next morning I went straight to the Urgent Care place. I got an AWESOME Nurse Practitioner who happened to also be a runner. Who had run marathons. God Bless that guy. I need to send him a letter. A good letter.
Steroids (3 days of 2 pills), Steroid nasal spray and Codeine/Mucinex cough syrup. I had *HOPE*.
Until I tried to sleep. 2 steroids at noon = HOURS of no sleep. OMG. However, I started sounding better. Took the pills at 7 a.m. on Wednesday – slept like a ROCK. *HOPE*
Didn’t even think about running again. It would be what it was. I would walk the whole damn thing if needed. Better off OCD-ing about weather, something of which you have no control. Thursday, slept great. Friday, went to bed hoping for a solid 9+ hours. Up at 7:45 (immediately calculating “tomorrow at this point I will over an hour into it”. Who can sleep after that?