On Friday, I went on my first post-sickness run. (Yes, I do realize that I make it sound like I had the plague or that sickness where your arms fall off. Zombie-itis? Leprosy?) Let me tell you – these were the hardest 5 miles that I’ve ran in a very long time. My legs were tired, my belly was full, and I could NOT catch my breath. Of course, I didn’t exactly set the run up for success like I should have. Since my lingering cough is the worst in the morning, I decided to wait until mid-morning to go for a quick run. Of course, I didn’t plan on eating a hungry-man egg and biscuit breakfast 30 minutes before and certainly shouldn’t have had 3 cups of coffee. Between super tired legs, a belly of sloshing eggs and coffee, and a head full of snot I was a HURTING unit. But, 5 miles done and done. Painful.
Since then, the runs have been better – but certainly not well. I did 7 miles on Monday and 7 miles this morning. I had hoped to get a double digit run this morning, but I was up with a dry, hacking cough (the fact that I had taken Day-Quill instead of Ny-Quill before bed probably didn’t help?) tossing and turning until 12:45am and didn’t think that running 15 miles on 3 hours of sleep was a good idea. But, what do I know. . . .
I’ve found that running with a cold is a lot like drinking and the resulting hangover. There are many pre, during and post phases:
|I love that there is a dude w/ dreads and|
a dude in a suit in this picture
Mid-Run: (Shots? Hell yes I want to do shots!) Actually running while sick is great! My head clears and usually by the time I run my lungs are clear (or, the running knocks everything loose and I hack it up). The fresh air and sunlight feels good against my skin and my body temp raises in a controlled manner to help fight the nasties. Usually by the end of a run I'm thinking to myself "I'm cured!!"
Post-Run: (Oh My God. I’m never drinking again) Ah yes, but once I stop running everything comes crashing down. This cold I get a dry raspy cough, my nose almost immediately stuffs back up, and my arm might actually fall off on account of the zombie-itis or whatever that I am certain I have. It is rough.
However, just like drinking, I’m certainly not going to stop running while I’m sick. At least, once a few days of being sick have passed and I have a chance to complain about how sick I am and certainly no one in the history of the world has been as sick as I have been. That is what guys are supposed to do, right?
What are everyone’s rules on running while sick? Do you use the above/below the neck rule? If you can walk you can run? Never do it?