Happy 2012 Everyone!
It’s January 1st, which means New Year’s for some, but for me it means on week until I’ll be running the Walt Disney World Marathon at the ungodly hour of 5:30am.
My training plan has had me tapering since the weekend before Christmas (so 3 weeks before the race) but I hit a chink in that plan on Friday that made me miss 8 miles of running this week:
I started to get a sore throat on Thursday night and knew that a cold was coming on. Since then I have been doing everything I can to keep the symptoms at bay. Normally I wouldn’t miss a workout for just a cold but with the marathon next weekend I don’t want to take any chances.
Luckily the cold symptoms haven’t hit me too hard but that could be because I’ve been doing everything I can think of to keep them minimal:
– gargling salt water
– resting and napping
– deep breathing a steam bath of lavender-infused hot water
– taking an extra vitamin C
– drinking plenty of fluids, especially warm water with lemon and ginger
– using the steam room for 15 minutes followed by an ice cold shower to boost circulation
On Friday I went to use the steam room at the gym to help clear my sinuses and forced myself to stay in there for a full 15 minutes.16, actually, if we’re getting technical. When I got home Matt looked at me and started laughing.
“What happened to your nose!? Why is your nose purple?”
I don’t if it was from the steam or what but somehow the tip of my nose turned purple, it looks a bit like a bruise but more like I dipped the tip of my nose in an ink pad.
For the rest of the night he couldn’t look at me without laughing. Thanks, husband.
The purpleyness has since gone down a bit but the tip of my nose is still off-coloured, though now I can conceal it with make-up pretty effectively. Good news, since I went out with a big group of people for New Year’s Eve last night. I don’t think anyone noticed, although maybe it’s just rude to ask about it.
So I’m holing up in my house and trying to get some rest and fluids and praying that I’m back in peak shape for the trip to Florida this week. Staying up way too late last night was a bit of a set back, but there was champagne to be popped, and Rock Band to be played, and lots of friends over at my house for the celebration.
In retrospect, jumping around and singing Bad Reputation at the top of my lungs might not have been the best idea.
Wait, who am I kidding? When is that ever a bad idea?