living in the now

Still rambling about running. Sometimes other things.

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Cookie monster

I don't eat cookies often, but when I do ...

Well ... it can get out of hand. I remember the last time I tried to give up cookies for a few months. I failed miserably. 

Christmas cookies will be all around in a month. I must not give in. I can find other things to stave off the craving, and perhaps indulge in something else that won't end in a binge. 

But cookies ... bye. Until sometime in March. 

(Click here to read my initial post about training for the Shamrock Marathon if none of this makes any sense.) 

On another note about what I'm doing this week ... for those who don't understand the need for a support system when cutting out foods and making healthy decisions, please think about what kind of comment you're going to leave. I don't care whether that's here or Facebook or Twitter. 

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
— Maya Angelou

Set a goal, get sick

1,138 days. That's how long of a streak I had since the last time I got sick. REALLY SICK, if you know what I mean. It's certainly a streak that I would have loved to have continued, but it's over. This week was going to be a week to get back to normal after some time off after Shamrock, but instead it's put a huge dent into my March miles and my confidence for the goal I put out there the other day for the Blue Ridge Half.

At least, from backtracking everything that happening in the day or two before I got sick, it was out of my control. In fact, on Monday night I told my wife that I feel like I had finally woken up from a week of being tired after Shamrock and a long weekend from an event at work.

My first run back yesterday afternoon after my unexpected time off felt like breathing through a straw, but it was a small victory in an otherwise awful week. I also got up this morning to get in a few miles and felt strangely normal.

After starting March off so well and having a great Shamrock, I'm now eager to get through the next few days and get to April and Q2. Great things are ahead ... as long as all stomach bugs stay away.

Streaking. Not streaking. Streaking.

The last time I did a running streak, I ended it feeling really out of it. It was the second time I've attempted some sort of streak and it just left me unsatisfied after hindsight set in. Fast forward a couple of years and I found myself intrigued once again by the Runner's World challenge to run at least a mile every day from Thanksgiving through New Year's Day.

I didn't think about it too much -- I decided a couple of days before it started to go ahead and do it. Nothing else has been normal about this year, so I figured this could be a good way to end the year and enter 2014.

After kicking things off with a race in Ohio, then easing my way through the first week and then doing the Surf 'n' Santa 10 Miler, I was really looking forward to getting through the month with a mile or two here and there, and a handful of 3-4 mile runs. Nothing big. Nothing crazy. Enjoying running to run.

The day after Surf 'n' Santa, my throat hurt a bit, but I squeezed in a mile between periods of rain and sleet. That afternoon I had a low-grade fever. Nothing much to really worry about though.

Monday morning, my hands hurt. I could see small red spots showing up. I thought about running a mile just to keep the streak alive, but by that afternoon my feet had the same feeling as my hands.

Hand, foot and mouth diseaseOn a pain scale of 1-10, I'd say it was only a 2. It felt like my foot was asleep after sitting for a long time, only it wasn't going away. The red spots only intensified.

I self-diagnosed myself with hand, foot and mouth disease -- mostly a children's illness, but it was something I didn't have when I was younger.

On Tuesday I finally opted to go to the doctor just to make sure that was it. Sure enough, that's what it was. Tuesday night and early Wednesday were the worst. Then as quickly as it hit, it started to go away.

I opted to let things heal before running again. The run streak became a runless streak of 6 days, nearly ending a streak I re-started last year after being sidelined from the flu of running at least a mile a week.

I took Monday off and today I agreed with myself to get the streak going again. It'll only be 2 weeks, but I don't want the "disease" to be a defining moment for me.

As I look ahead to these two weeks, I also want to end the final full week of the year recapturing one of my biggest highlights of the year -- running 26.2 miles for the week.

You can see my post from earlier this year of why I did it. It meant so much to me for a variety of reasons that I want to do it again ...