- Ignore all the signs that you're getting sick
- On Tuesday morning my throat started to feel a little sore and I had that achy muscle feeling of getting the flu. Instead of resting, hydrating etc... I did my speed workout on Tuesday, went to a concert in San Jose on Wed. and just continued on with my minimal-sleep lifestyle.
|Oh hello Mr. Niemann!|
- Sure enough by Thursday afternoon I had the full fledged flu and went home sick from work around 2pm. I tried hard to rally on Friday and Saturday because my family was here but by yesterday morning I had no voice (literally it was gone) and had not slept due to coughing all night. Needless to say I probably would not have gone to work yesterday feeling like I did but I ran a half marathon.
- Have your entire family in town to entertain for race weekend
- Don't get me wrong my family is AMAZE and really they don't need entertaining. But we're all still getting used to MFR and I being in the big city and how to get around etc... My dad, my brother, his fiance and my adorable almost 2 year old nephew all came to town. Trying to navigate transportation became a lot more difficult then I thought because of car-seats, strollers etc.. so we ended up walking everywhere. On Saturday we logged close to 6 hilly miles. Probably not the best thing to do the day before a race. Also watching a 2 year old is exhausting. How do you people do it?
- Cash it in on race eve.
- Because of the two items above and my lack of longer training runs, I knew it wasn't going to be a PR race and somewhere on Sat. I decided that I was probably going to have to walk a healthy portion because of my minimal lung capacity, lack of voice and feeling lethargic. So I ate a bunch of cheese and had a beer to celebrate the fact that I was just going to get through the race. Obviously that's not out of the ordinary for me but I hadn't had a drink all week long in preparation and was doing pretty well on the pre-race diet. Even though I thought the race was going to be a "just-get-through-it" run, to once again self-sabatoge at the last minute was pretty dumb. Needless to say my gut held up during the race but I've been in horrible pain ever since and I have only myself to thank. 13.1 Miles+Flu+Cheese+Beer = very unhappy stomach.