Sick as it may sound, I was really looking forward to my tempo run this morning, but no go. I woke up around 4:30 with a fever and by 6:00 when Geneva woke up, I was feeling pretty miserable. She is still not doing well - poor little girl is clingy and won't let me out of her sight for a moment. She even laid on the couch with her head on my shoulder and watched Masterpiece Mystery! with me all morning. Now my priority is getting her healthy for her recital on Saturday, and if that means that running takes a backseat for a few day, then so be it. I guess my 23 week marathon training schedule will have to be modified to a 22 week schedule.
I have been fretting over the last few days about my finish time at the Pig. I train so much faster than that and I am getting really peeved at myself for not being tougher and pushing through the stomach pain I was having. I could have easily shaved off 15 minutes if I had just worked harder. When I originally registered for the Pig I just wanted to finish, but as my training progressed I began to have actual goals and I really feel I let myself down. I'm sure that part of this is being sick and feeling so crappy, but the original elation dissipated pretty quickly and I've been left with the yucky taste of failure. I suppose I just need to use this to do better in Detroit - but I need to actually be able to RUN to train!!! This damn virus had better hightail it out of my home soon or...or...hell, I guess there's not much I can do - it'll leave when it's good and ready.
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