It’s 8am on Sunday and I’m going back to bed. This is not the taper I had planned for Bryce 100.
On Thursday (8 days pre-race,) I had a great run up “The Animal.” I ran hard, but not all-out, and it was still 10% faster than my previous best effort. Unfortunately, this climb really aggravated my on-going achilles/ankle/foot issues. I’d take a few days off.
Meanwhile, my autoimmune skin condition peaked in itchiness by Thursday night. Even my ears itched. Oddly, I took it in stride, knowing all this would fade away by race day.
On Friday, I had a great coffee date with my crew boss Sanna and my daughter Clara, then felt that tickle in the throat accompanied by a dry cough.
I started the Chinese herbals and sucking on zinc. I turned my attention to releasing my lower leg muscles.
By Saturday morning I was full-on sick but had to go to Sacramento for our son’s karate tournament. Getting through the day was absurdly difficult, and I’m so thankful that we carpooled so our friend Brian could drive us home.
Last night I shook and writhed in bed while Javier did his best to offer comfort.
And here’s the weird silver lining… it’s like my system turned all attention away from attacking its own skin to fighting this bug.
As I hack up another ball of phlegm, I noticed that the worst of the skin patches is almost resolved.
Last night I peed out 2.5 pounds of liquid (yup, I weighed myself.) While it was tough to drink anything yesterday, I’ve already downed 32 ounces of Fizz-laced water, so I think things are moving in the right direction.
Next, my foot. It’s still nagging and needs some attention, but I feel too weak to work on it at the moment.
And then there’s the matter of the heat (or lack thereof.) I had started sauna training to prep for the 85-degree day at Bryce, but that clearly needs to be on hold until I’m past this bug, and probably won’t happen in time.
Here in Truckee, it’s June 11 and lightly snowing. On Wednesday morning I’m loading my team into The Beast and headed to Bryce regardless. I’m still pretty hopeful that I’ll be starting the race on Friday morning. But who knows? If these are the worst of my problems, then I’m pretty lucky. This life is a weird journey indeed.