Even after claritin, cough medicine, sudafed I still felt like crap, but really wanted to get out and do speedwork. If I was thinking clearly, I'm sure I would have decided it was a bad idea, but I pushed myself out for my lunch hour and ran 7x800 at under 2:50pace. Not my brightest speedworkout, but considering how I felt, it was good enough. Thankfully, I ran out of time, otherwise I would have pushed myself to do 1 more.
My thoughts drifted to my father, and how, in an odd way he helped me be who I am today. At some point in my teen years I decided that I would avoid all the pitfalls that he pursued - basically learn from his mistakes. Without that incentive, I doubt I would have stayed healthy enough over the long haul to be pushing my physical limits in my mid fourties and be on my way to the Ironman world championships. I only wish he could be there to watch - maybe in spirit.
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You're an inspiration! You get sick or injured, recover quickly and keep going as if nothing happened.
If it wasn't your father, someone gave you incredible inner strength.
I hope that I have the physical stamina that you have when I get to be your age. ;-)
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