Never again, I told myself. Who runs marathons in July? In the South? Despite the night-time vibe and absence--except for, ahem, a few very slow runners--of sunlight, I ran my by-far-slowest-ever marathon finish. In July. In Tennessee. (The upside was that I redeemed myself from my only DNF, which had occurred the past October).
And yet, 45 minutes into the initial signups on April 1, I saw a FB post that the Loonies Midnight Marathon had already signed up runners from 16 states, and...well, what could I do? The thing might sell out while I just watched from the sidelines (and I was, in fact, sitting on the sidelines of a lacrosse field as I read that post on my smartphone. Thank you, technology).
Now. The trick is to actually train worth a flip, which I did not do a year ago.
Before the season just past, I do not recall actively disliking winter. I have never been a fan of cold, but Winter 2014 just held on with a vengeance, and we in the Nashville Snowdome didn't even get any of the enjoyment of a decent snow.
I know there are people who continue to run in sub-20-degree weather. They fall into one of the following categories: elites; Northerners (notice I didn't say "yankees"); masochists; morons. I am none of the above. No, it didn't do any favors for my fitness. Yes, I have a YMCA membership, and no, I didn't use it very much.
And I got sick. I never get sick. But thankfully, I've just about shaken it.
Low expectations for the Country Music Half Marathon in 3-1/2 weeks. Just get across the finish line.
Maybe, just maybe, my body is rebelling against a winter of too little sleep, too little training and too many calories. I realize this might be a recurring theme for the two or three people who actually read this blog. But short of a major health scare, this may turn out to be a good thing.
Despite last night's fitful, interrupted sleep, it did mark maybe the first consecutive week of eight-plus-hour sleeps in a long, long time. While I don't necessarily believe in fate or karma, I do believe the body's signals. Right now, the signals seem to be: "You're going to feel like crap for two weeks. You may as well be asleep for more of it!"
What I thought was going to be a chest cold is most likely now a sinus infection. What's worse, when I called my primary care physician's practice, they put me on over-the-counter expectorants and saline nasal spray for a week. I wish there were something to tell them that hey, this guy hasn't called in YEARS--maybe he's actually sick.