My weekly fitness update
As always, I’m giving you my weekly fitness update. This time it isn’t good. I’m honestly in a bit of a funk, or as my F3 brother Goose calls it, I’m fighting the foo and losing.
It’s happened to me twice before. I get to training hard. I’m focused. I’m feeling the fire. I’m making tons of progress. Then BOOM! I go down with an illness.
This time I got a nasty cold, starting last Tuesday, which developed into something worse like bronchitis. I don’t know exactly what I have because I haven’t been to the doctor. I’ve been curing it with a lot more sleep, no alcohol, natural remedies and a week off from working out.
Okay, that last part isn’t true. I ran five milers on Saturday and Sunday because I thought I was getting better. It just made me worse. I’ve been hacking up nastiness for days now. I have no energy. And I’m just downright depressed.
Obviously I’m off my training plan, hoping the time off will get me back on the road faster. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening. Every time I get in the zone and train hard, my immune system crashes. I’m eating healthy. I’m drinking a ton of water. I’m sleeping. I’m taking vitamins. I got blood work done and nothing is really off there except iron, which I’ve fixed through supplements. The only thing I can think of is too much booze, the extreme stress I put myself through with work or a combination of everything.
This weekend Elizabeth ran into one of my F3 brothers at the grocery store and he said that I’m known in our circles for getting sick. That’s not the rep I want. I want to be known as the guy who trains hard and accomplishes badass shit. But that’s not what I am. I’m the guy hacking up green gunk all day at work and not able to run the 45 miles I need this week to meet my marathon goals.
Anyway, as you can tell, I’m pretty down on myself right now. I pray I wake up tomorrow morning feeling awesome because I really need to get eight miles in.