Training Stalled.

Just when I thought I was getting back on track… This happened: Image Not once, not twice, but three times. While I thought I was starting to get better, my body had different plans. Turns out my antibiotics weren’t frequent enough, giving whatever I have the opportunity to fester. I ended up in the ER on Saturday to get a whooping dose of antibiotics and a CAT scan and left with instructions to come back if it got worse.

As my luck would have it, it got worse. Sunday rolls around and my fever spiked as high as 104 and it was time to get back to the ER. Thank you to my wonderful boyfriend for taking such good care of me this weekend. You made my life a whole lot easier. This time I had the choice to be admitted since my antibiotics weren’t working or try one last ditch effort of steroids and new antibiotics.

Now I hate IVs dating back to a surgery that had me going through 5-6 IVs in 3.5 days. But, I LOVE my bed. My bed won out. I mean, really, who wants to stay overnight in a hospital? Not this girl. With the promise that I would come back in morning to make sure I was improving, I was sent home.

My luck turned around Monday, and I am now on the mend with no fever or chills in sight. The swelling in my neck has gone down quite a bit, but I’m not allowed to run until this goes away.

Where does this leave my training? In a state of limbo. I’m really nervous about not being able to run, but I know my body and I barely made it through the work day as it was. Hopefully, now that I’m on stronger antibiotics, this thing will clear up quickly.  Wish me luck!


Knowing When to Rest

This week has been tough. After coming off a fantastic weekend, I got sick. Not just a sniffling cold, but chills, fevers of 101.8, and a reoccurrence of a nasty infection I fought in June. Tonsils, you’ve been okay to me these past 24 years, but it is time for you to go!

Needless to say, I have not been able to run this week. I’ve been weak, out of it, and barely functioning. Having taken two days off from work, I couldn’t find the strength to run.

At least this week was a low mileage rest week of 31 miles. ugh.  On the bright side, my dad is pleased. I’m notorious for continuing to push myself when sick, injured, etc. His favorite saying is that I’ve got a thick skull, i.e. no common sense getting through. Oops! Hey, Dad, I finally learned! After all, it’s a marathon… NOT a sprint.

I’m very disappointed, but I’m refusing to dwell on it. As I am now starting to get an increase in energy, I will focus only on the miles ahead.

The Sweatiest of Polar Bears

This weekend, I more than lived up to the name of the sweaty polar bear. Saturday was set to be my longest run in many months. 15 miles. Yikes. My biggest struggle with running has been my mental toughness. I get into my own head and start to feed on the negative thoughts. With this run, I was bound and determined to change the way I approached it.

For the first time in my Chicago training, I was excited for my long run. This was the run that was going to make me feel better about my training. I felt confident and was excited for the route I mapped out. Fortunately, my run ended a few miles from home. I’ve found recently that the closer I get to my apartment… the harder it is mentally to keep going. I have no clue why this is. Since I knew Kathryn was going to be waiting to pick me up at the 7-11 and had a 10 am car shopping appointment, I had NO choice but to keep trucking.


It was hot and humid(78 with 96% humidity!), but the clouds hid me from the direct sun for about 11 miles. It wasn’t until I hit mile 13.5, I started to die a bit. The sun was INTENSE, but I gutted it out and felt really good at the end. Thank you Kmed for picking up my sweaty bum! And I’m glad you promptly got a new car so no one else had to sit on that seat. Ew.

After my long runs, I’ve started a new habit of rehydrating with some of my mom’s homemade grape juice and seltzer and then hopping into the pool. Let’s just say that the pool felt AMAZING. I stayed in it until the thunder and dark clouds caused me to retreat inside.


After showering and a good nap, I ended my day with Mexican food and Lollapalooza with my girlfriends on the big screen.

I didn’t set an alarm and luckily woke up in time today to go to Hot Power Yoga with Kate at Ruby and Pearl’s. It left me recharged and feeling limber. I loved the positive energy of yoga and it is a fantastic way to start the week. To cool off from a very sweaty yoga session, I hit to the pool with my Kathryn, Kate, and Kristen. And didn’t stop sweating… It was HOT out.

A quick stop at Yogurt Mountain fixed that!

It’s been a sweaty and active weekend and I’m feeling refreshed and recharged for the week ahead! Of my three page training plan, I am now officially done with page 1. I am now 1/3 of the way to Chicago!

I’m off to enjoy the remainder of my weekend! Have a great day!