It’s been three weeks since my last track session – a mediocre round of 800s.

Since that time, I’ve battled a three-day fever, muscle spasms in my back, dead legs, a hacking cough and trips to the doctor. 

I don’t feel like I’m 100% yet, but as I look @ the calendar and see that we’re already past the halfway point in July (less than 15 weeks until the marathon) I don’t think I can delay any longer.  

I have no doubt some of my non-running friends (and even some fellow runners) will think that I’m crazy and I’m risking additional injury.  There’s some small, reasonable part of me that thinks they’re right.

However, I feel like I’m falling further behind in my training.  This time last year I was averaging 45 miles/week along with regular speed work. 

I don’t plan to push it too hard – less than 10 800s @ 3:30-3:40 – but I need to do this for my own piece of mind.

I’m healthy.

As a matter of fact, I’m insanely healthy.

If you googled “hot and healthy runners in Cotuit” I can guarantee that you’d find me (go ahead – I just tested it and it worked).

My lungs are clear.

My weight is 5lbs less than I thought it was.

My blood pressure is perfect and my heart rate is a relaxed 52.

I think I’m going to celebrate this news with a nice 10-mile run tomorrow morning.

I have no idea how I made it, but somehow I slogged through 10 miles of humidity Sunday morning.

It was hot. I was tired. Breathing was shallow, but there wasn’t a time when I wanted to quit.

Through the trails of Cotuit, past the horse farms in Marstons Mills and down Cotuit Rd in Mashpee (one of the longest, most boring roads I’ve ever been on) I promised myself to keep moving.

When it was done, I had covered the 10.5 miles in about 90 minutes.

It’s probably my slowest 10 miles in the past two years, but I didn’t care about my time. Sunday’s run was about patience and perseverance.

I’m off to the doctor in 45 minutes.  I’m hoping that he’ll be able to give me a wonder drug that will clear my lungs and help me to enjoy running again.  These past two weeks have been anything but enjoyable.

Ugh … what a miserable run this morning. 

I thought the humidity was going to clear, but it was still about 70% @ 6am. 

I don’t think I broke 9:00 pace through the entire 75 minute run.  I even took two unscheduled walk breaks in an effort to get my breath back.

Speaking of breath, I have an appointment with the doctor on Monday morning to see what might be wrong with me.  Of course I feel perfectly fine right now and imagine that by Monday I’ll be back to 100%, but with less than 4 months to go before the marathon it will be nice to have a clean bill of health.

I made it official on Monday. 

I plunked down my $74.50 for the Cape Cod Marathon on October 28 in Falmouth, MA.  (yes, that includes the $4.50 processing fee … not sure why it costs more to sign up online than through the mail)

Now all I have to do is convince someone to run it with me. 

Last week I was sidelined with a three-day fever, headache and a wet, hacking cough that lasted through the weekend.

On my return to running yesterday I doubled-over with back spasms and lack of breath.  I thought Kevin might have to carry me the last two miles of our run.

I have a feeling that the back spasms are related to all the coughing that I did last week, but what the hell do I know, I’m just a software developer with access to google. 

I think it’s time I stopped self-diagnosing and actually scheduled an appointment with the doctor to find out what’s wrong with me.

I rarely mix my nerd world with running, but I have some Pownce invitations if anyone’s interested.  If you’d like one, drop me an email.

I was sick all last week – a fever for three days and a hacking cough for 7.

I only ran on Saturday and Sunday and both days were tremendous efforts.

I’m waiting for Kevin (he should be here in about 20 minutes) and practicing my breathing.  My lungs feel about 75% percent this morning, I can almost get a complete breath without convulsing in a fit of coughs.

The humidity and thick air isn’t helping, but I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to make it through our planned one hour run without serious incident or hospitalization.

I’ve made up my mind – I’m going to run the Cape Cod Marathon again.

After our denial by the NYC Marathon, Keith and I considered multiple options:  Hartford (CT), Newport (RI), Philadelphia, Toronto, Essex Junction (VT).

Each one of them would be fun (that doesn’t seem like a fitting word when considering a 26.2 mile race, but it’s all that I have right now).  Some would require a flight, but they’re all close enough that we could make the trip in one overnight.

As we were weighing our different options, I kept coming back to the Cape.

I ran it in 4:11 last year.  I suffered through the worst, and only, quad cramps of my running career from mile 17 to 25.  The wind was savage. The crowds were sparse.  The hills kicked my ass. When I finished, I promised myself – never again.

So why would I consider a return trip?? 

Crap, I don’t know, but training starts on Monday.

I know where I won’t be on November 4.  I won’t be in New York City running the marathon.

Three of us applied and three of us were denied.

Kevin – the only smart one in the bunch – had registered for the Marine Corps Marathon as a backup.    Keith and I put all of our eggs into the NYC basket.  Now we’re left to scan Runners World and other marathon review sites searching for an alternative.

We’re meeting @ the track tonight for our usual Wednesday night speedwork.  Our assignment prior to that is to research 4 or 5 potential fall marathons.  Here’s the criteria

  1. in/around New England
  2. between October 15 and November 15
  3.  a scenic course would be nice.

That’s it – shouldn’t be too tough to find a decent one.  We’re definitely open to suggestions.