Sick as Dog
I have not been feeling well for a couple of days. Not well at all! I had a decent run on last Wednesday, mostly doing laps while the rest of the marathon clinic finished off their last 800M repeats, good old Yassos, ten in all.
I went out fast for a few, but no more than that. The next day I was astonishingly stiff. Almost as sore as I had been after Boston. And I was fighting off muscle stiffness all through the weekend. Usually I recover much faster than that. I was also a little off my feed and needing to sleep more. A harbinger of worse things to come...
On Saturday and Sunday I had trouble keeping warm, even in the bright sunshine. As Sunday wore on, I began suffering excruciating stomach cramps and pain that would nearly double me over when they hit.
I restricted my diet to gingerale, chamomile tea and chicken broth and soda crackers. Then right after dinner, whatever was lurking hit me full force. Despite having nothing in me really, I could not stop vomiting and at the other end, well, let's just say my body has been trying to turn itself inside out...
By now I was alternating between freezing and shivering and shaking nearly uncontrollably, even under three quilts - and sweating profusely with a high fever. At the end of the night I was like the Princess and the Pea, sleeping on a growing pile of towels as I soaked one after the other in sweat. I began to seriously worry about dehyradtion, but could barely keep down water. I've lost almost ten pounds in the last twenty-four hours.
In a bid to get warm, even for a moment of repite, I tried to take a hot shower. A wave of nausea and light-headedness came over me and I started to fall, slumping down the wall of my shower, trying to slow my speed as I crashed into the tub.
Don't think it was anything I ate, because no else I know of is going through this. Must be a stomach virus. Not uncommon for a hard marathon to batter the old immune system enough to leave you vulnerable to a bug.
Not a little unworried with only six days until the Vancouver Mrathon and I'm supposed to be a Pace Bunny for a group of 4:45 hopefuls...
Having nightmares about not making it to the Finish Line in time. Yikes!
I went out fast for a few, but no more than that. The next day I was astonishingly stiff. Almost as sore as I had been after Boston. And I was fighting off muscle stiffness all through the weekend. Usually I recover much faster than that. I was also a little off my feed and needing to sleep more. A harbinger of worse things to come...
On Saturday and Sunday I had trouble keeping warm, even in the bright sunshine. As Sunday wore on, I began suffering excruciating stomach cramps and pain that would nearly double me over when they hit.
I restricted my diet to gingerale, chamomile tea and chicken broth and soda crackers. Then right after dinner, whatever was lurking hit me full force. Despite having nothing in me really, I could not stop vomiting and at the other end, well, let's just say my body has been trying to turn itself inside out...
By now I was alternating between freezing and shivering and shaking nearly uncontrollably, even under three quilts - and sweating profusely with a high fever. At the end of the night I was like the Princess and the Pea, sleeping on a growing pile of towels as I soaked one after the other in sweat. I began to seriously worry about dehyradtion, but could barely keep down water. I've lost almost ten pounds in the last twenty-four hours.
In a bid to get warm, even for a moment of repite, I tried to take a hot shower. A wave of nausea and light-headedness came over me and I started to fall, slumping down the wall of my shower, trying to slow my speed as I crashed into the tub.
Don't think it was anything I ate, because no else I know of is going through this. Must be a stomach virus. Not uncommon for a hard marathon to batter the old immune system enough to leave you vulnerable to a bug.
Not a little unworried with only six days until the Vancouver Mrathon and I'm supposed to be a Pace Bunny for a group of 4:45 hopefuls...
Having nightmares about not making it to the Finish Line in time. Yikes!
posted by Vince Hemingson at 8:04 AM
7 Comments:
I'll send some positive vibes your way......
....and from all the motivation i have been given from reading your words, i know you are way too strong to let this flu get you. Im sure by marathon time you will be ready to go.
Get well, man!
Another Johann Goethe quote worth remembering: By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength and no strength that could not become a weakness.
Buddy, you weren't kidding... Here I thought you were just getting the post-marathon flu.
I may have suggested a better way to drop the weight you say you've gained, but to each his own :).
Get better soon!
oops...made a mistake on the Goethe guote...its not weakness its defect :)
Get well soon.
If anybody can do it, I think you've pretty much proved it's you!
Maybe you're trying to do too much?
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