When I arrived in Los Angeles, I had a bad fever and was pretty sick. I went to the doctor who thought I should rest. And of course I was all, “You don’t understand! I have to swim with the whales and dolphins and run a half marathon and all of this stuff!”
To which he basically said, “Okay, here are some antibiotics so you don’t get anyone else sick, and some cough medicine that will put you to sleep. Good luck!”
I did my best to rest in my LA time before I went down to SD… I kind of barely made it down to SD. I kept sleeping and sleeping – saying I’d take the next train, but never getting up off my couch ’cause that sleepy couch syrup really knocked me out!
Until finally, in the middle of the night, I took an uber to try to get down there in time for the panda breakfast (which I did). I struggled through every day getting sleep when and where I could. But I didn’t want to miss out on any of my plans, and I didn’t want to miss out on this half marathon.
(Come on! I was in San Diego! How could I possibly be right there and not do the race… even though sleeping in sounded kind of amazing…)
So, I got up and made my way to the race. One fun new sign I saw around was, “If Donald Trump can run, so can you.” How true, right?
Basically, I just kind of cried through almost the whole race… I’d just been pushing myself a lot. And I felt that kind of whole body sick – just in pain, hot forehead, wanna sleep, the whole shebang. But at that point, I’d been on my antibiotics long enough that I knew I wasn’t getting anybody else sick. And if no one else was being affected, then everything was all good!
So, another half marathon in the books. 13.1 miles wasn’t so bad, and it at least kind of felt like it went by quicker than you’d expect. Yay!