Geralyn Wichers

"Life is a great adventure, or nothing"

This week I took my second sick day of the year, and the third of my lifetime.  Yes, I consider myself to be indestructible, and when I do get sick I go to work anyway.

Last Saturday I woke up with burning lungs, like the feeling you get after you’ve inhaled caustic cleaner (been there, done that).  “No!” I said, “I can’t be sick.  I have a 5K.”  Cue browsing articles on ‘should you run while sick,’ of which there was no unanimous conclusion.  So, I said ‘to heck with it,’ went to the drugstore and bought the highest-powered lozenges I could find.  Back in the car, I popped one in my mouth.

My tongue went numb.

“What the heck is in these things?”  I flipped over the box.  Hmm, Benzocaine.  Isn’t that what they use to freeze your mouth at the dentist?

Well, you don’t need to feel your tongue to run.  So off I went to the race.

I almost burned out in the last mile.  My lungs hurt so bad, and I had to force my oxygen-deprived muscles to keep firing.  My time was lackluster, but I made it.

Monday, I went running again.  Tuesday I was still sick, and on Wednesday I was dragging myself around work like a zombie.  I decided to call it a day and go to the walk-in clinic.  Chest X-rays and EKG’s and blood work couldn’t tell the doctor what was wrong with me.  “You have a virus,” he said.

I could have told myself that.  At least I wasn’t dying.  I’d already been imagining the end of my running ‘career’ because I had scarring of the lungs, or a hole in my heart, or something (just making up stuff, here).

So this week has been one of extra sleep, extra writing, and extra Harry Potter watching.  After much self-lecturing, I’ve decided I’m sick.  No speed-work midweek.  No long run on the weekend.  I’m getting antsy.  Based on the way my chest feels right now, I might collapse midway.  But it’s autumn in Manitoba, and that means six months of winter are almost here, and if I don’t enjoy the snow-free roads now, I won’t get to!

Argh.

Someone tie me down, or hide my sneakers.

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9 thoughts on “The Week Without Running

  1. devynstella says:

    I will hide your sneakers, what on earth, are you trying to get yourself more sick?

    1. The first thing is to admit to yourself that you are sick 🙂
      That would be my problem.

  2. todd says:

    I don’t know, I find it pretty easy to convince myself that when I am sick, I need to run even more. It’s good for me, after all, right? Sort of like leaching blood in the middle ages… 🙂 Hope you feel better~

    1. Thanks! Initially I figured keeping on my feet would be good, but it seems it’s better to stay home. I hope to lace up again on Monday.

  3. Cloud says:

    Well, some say it is good to sweat when sick…get rid of bad germs that way 😉 But that does not count when you have “burning lungs”. Stay in bed, spoil us with your extra writing and get well quickly.

    1. We’ll see what we can do 🙂 As I said, I may need to be tied down.

  4. You might not be the highest-acheiving runner, but you definitely have Committment. Well done to you, Get Well Soon.

  5. I want to unwrite that. Deciding to start running and still wanting to run when you’re as ill as that, is DEFINITELY high-acheiving, much more so than already-mountain-marathon-runners running moutain marathons.

    1. Thanks! It may have just been foolishness… or just being too cheap to miss a race I’d paid good money to be at. 🙂 A good learning experience, but I’ll be glad to be back to it.

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