Rosaryville did it again

 

The entire blog world has been on the edge of their seats with nerves wondering about me, right? I did something so clearly blog worthy - run a full marathon distance training run in the woods with Kara. Then ..... radio silence from my blog for a full four days after Kara's recap was up.

 
Well, as you probably feared, the run was back at the site of our infamous 50k where Kara nearly died from heat stroke this summer. This time, Rosaryville got me.
 

This weird display is always on the trails - no idea why (and this time it was Hawaiian for some reason).

 
The weather was actually perfect this time around, and I felt pretty great during the run (as great as anyone can feel during a 26.2 mile run). On the way home, I was rocking out to my audiobook and even listened to some of the Ravens game on the radio. And then I got sick. Note: I'm a huge baby when I'm sick, and I like to dramatize everything as much as possible in order to garner maximum sympathy and pity. So if you don't want to read an account of a run of the mill illness told in the whiniest way possible, well, sorry, this isn't for you.
 
Let's back up, because I actually have an exciting story to tell from way back even before my illness. Friday morning, I was all jazzed to run 10 miles outside (the previous two days had been crazy hot/humid and therefore treadmill runs). We live in an apartment complex, and our particular building has 6 apartments, 2 on each floor, and we are on the top. So I opened our door at 5:30 am, and I see two people on the landing right below our apartment. Like....15 feet away from me. One was a woman sleeping, and one was a man, staring directly at me. So, I did the only thing, which was slam the door and inwardly panic. I watched through the peephole and they immediately left, so I didn't see the point of waking up Eric or calling the police. I used my fear to fuel a 10 mile treadmill run.
 
Saturday morning - same exact crap, except this time they were on the stairs, even closer to our door, and this time they didn't leave after I shut the door. I was meeting two of my friends to run 6 miles before hosting a group run and working at the running store. AKA, the treadmill was not an option. So I had to wake up Eric to walk me to my car at 5:45 am (he called the police after I left). I ended up with another ten mile run, finally outside.
 
After my shift, we had our second football game (a loss). After that, we hung out with the team for awhile at the bar. I started to notice my throat was getting sore, but I told myself it was just from talking/yelling all day.
 
Sunday, I woke up, gargled with some salt water, felt fine, and the hallway was weirdo free! I drove about an hour to Rosaryville State Park. Kara and I ran about ten miles with her speedy friends, then we cried uncle and slowed down.


This is our "so sad we got dropped" face.

We ran 26.2 miles in about 5 hours and 13 minutes and I had zero falls, so I'd say that's a solid Stone Mill 50 training run.
 

No trip to Rosaryville is complete without a horse!

 

I felt fine on the way home. I wasn't back in time for the Ravens game at 1pm, so I even listened to part of the game on the radio! That's a huge development in me becoming a football fan.

 

My general attitude towards sports



 

In the fourth quarter of Sunday's game, I got hit with a fever. I took to my bed and didn't emerge until it was time to go to work Tuesday. I made it just over an hour there before the school nurse sent me home. I kept hoping that I would start feeling better with rest, fluids, etc, but every time I checked my fever was just a little bit higher. By 2am, it was 100.8, which meant my head hurt too much to sleep and I hung out on the couch with some ice packs and Louis C.K.

 

Thank goodness my doctor is awesome and saw me Wednesday before the practice even officially opened. She said I have sinusitis, which I've had before, and never had such a bad fever with. She also said it was caused by a bacterial infection. That may be the cause of the fever - I can't say for certain because it's not in the first 3 paragraphs in the Wikipedia entry and I'm banned from WebMD. You'll just have to draw your own conclusions.

 

The important thing is she gave me antibiotics and my fever didn't spike again last night, and this morning I didn't feel that standing up required monumental effort.  I went back to work today, mainly because I was having a panic attack about being out for so long. I came home at 5:30pm feeling horrible and discovered my fever was back up to 101. Moral of the story: I'm good at life.

 

Since I could barely manage to sit upright to drink tea this week, blogging was clearly on the back burner. Running was also pretty low on my priorities, like, right under solving the world's energy crisis. Maybe it's the wisdom of now being in my 30s, maybe it's just having no spare energy, but I couldn't care less than I've run 0 miles so far. I was due for a stepback week anyhow - I ran 68 miles last week!

 

I haven't even told you the worst part of my troubles. Three full days in bed, and I finished the entire season of Orange is the New Black by 11am Tuesday. I haven't found any other show I can get on board with (I tried two: Weeds and Heartland). Reading hasn't worked out so well because I have enough trouble staying awake to watch TV. 

 

Are you a complete baby when you're sick or do you bravely forge on?

 

More importantly - can someone please talk to me about Orange is the New Black? Literally not one person I know in real life watches it (that I know of).