I’m sick. More specifically I have a case of the man flu (a head cold). I will almost always admit that I am the stereotypical guy and I don’t respond very well to being sick. I essentially piss and moan about how I am in the worst pain ever and no one understands. It’s a pleasure to be around me, I’m sure (that is, more than normal). Of course, since I can barely keep up with my own bodily functions (read: more discharge from my face than a weekend with Paris Hilton), I’m not running. And that is getting in my head.
The “rulebook” says that you should run through a head cold and stop for a chest cold – but I’m being ultra cautious. I caught it from my son who has since developed a pretty bad cough. The reality is that, while a head cold will slow me down for a day or two, a chest cold might knock me out for a week. I’ve missed two days thus far, so it is definitely time to get back on the horse and test it out. Which I will, right after I check that this spot I have on my chest isn't ebola......
On my Turkey Trot 10K Race Report, JnetRuns commented on me carrying a handheld while running. She said something like this:
So, I'm going to try to answer this with as little innuendo as possible. (Who am I kidding, hold on, you’re about to ride the 7th grade maturity level bus. For brevity sake, I’ll mark all “that’s what she said” with three asterisks like this - ***) The answer is yes, I can drink liquid at about any speed*** but it didn’t happen naturally, it honestly took a lot of practice***. The trick for me is to get a bottle that you can squeeze vs one that needs to be sucked***. You can generally squeeze into your mouth while still breathing through your nose*** and then swallow after your mouth is half full and taking in a deep breath***. Don’t fill your mouth so full that you have to gulp twice*** otherwise you’ll need to breath in-between and the likelihood of choking is much higher***.
I will say that during my 17:59 5K, I tried to drink a cup of water at about the half-way point and totally spilled it all over myself like an idiot. What didn’t go down the front of my shirt certainly went up my nose***. :)