To blog or not to, that’s a question I have been struggling with a lot lately. I have plenty of things to share, but not time it seems to put thought to screen. (See: I blame chemistry.) But yesterday’s question was a different one, one that took priority over the latter:
To run, or not to.
I have had, well, actually I don’t really know what I have had. Shortly after finishing the First Half back in mid February I was struck by my first cold in probably a year, a full on head cold right in the thick of midterms. It lasted over a week, but thankfully did not invade my chest. Two weeks later, my throat was closing up on me and my voice began to sound like that of a wearied 30-year heavy, pub-patroning smoker. What the frick? I couldn’t possibly be getting another cold. No way. I chalked it up to allergies, popped a few antihistamines, and within two, maybe three, days I was cured. Fast forward another two weeks to yesterday when I again started to feel my throat closing up on me, and again, my voice got ugly squeaky. What the freaking hell? A third cold, how the frick is that possible? Nope, it’s not a cold, it can’t be a cold, I rarely get colds and I do not get back-to-back-to-back subsequent colds. This has to be allergies… or does it. The nose is dripping. The grody greens are showing. And the cough. There’s a cough. Are you freaking kidding me? Not cool immune system, not cool at all.
So again, the question of the yesterday: do I run or don’t I?
I’m not sure what the rule of thumb is (and frankly, I don’t want to know) but I think it has something to do with if it’s in your chest don’t. Well, it’s not technically in my chest, just in the whole expanse of my throat stopping at the upper tip of my trachea. So no, no excuses.
My feet owned those speed intervals!
5:50 p.m. BG before: 5.7
Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1 hour)
Carbs: banana, no bolus
Distance: 8.17 km
Average interval pace: 4:13 min/km
7:30 p.m. BG after: 2.7 🙁
Good decision? Well, my voice is kaput today, my nose is a faucet, the grodies are aplenty, and the cough, oh that nasty cough… buuuuut, I felt great doing it, my speed did not suffer, and still, today, I am feeling mentally solid. No regrets.