Otherwise known as, "This Ain't No Way To Train For An Ironman".
I've been sick since, oh, Friday. I didn't want to dwell on it in my race reports because it would sound like I was making excuses for my performance or something, but. . . .
This was a gift from my daughter Elisabeth, from her schoolmates. The night before the race I had a bad sore throat, but I felt okay when I got up in the morning so didn't consider skipping the race. The night after the race I felt pretty lousy indeed. The sore throat continued for two more consecutive nights, sore enough to wake me up when I swallowed in my sleep.
They sent letters home from my daughter's school on Tuesday about strep throat going around there. Great. But now the sore throat stuff has mostly cleared up and it's settled in my chest for a yucky "productive" cough. Plus I've had some fluid in my ears which makes me a little dizzy and unsteady, which makes attempting to cycle or run not a great option.
So I'm on my 4th consecutive day now of doing nothing. No workouts, no exercise, no anything. I'm not ready to taper yet!!!! Somebody call the waaaaahmbulance!!
Even the babysitter was sick, so I didn't have my Tuesday afternoon workout relief anyway.
Oh well, extra rest right now is better than a half-hearted workout that won't do my fitness much good, right? Just let me get back to tip-top form for the weekend and then I can do some long ones again.