All night long last night, I kept waking up because my throat was so sore. I still wasn't feeling congested (good thing), but my throat continued to feel worse. I kept hoping I would wake up in the morning, and I would feel back to normal.
Today, I wanted to focus solely on getting better as soon as possible. I drank a quart of water right when I woke up, and then I gargled with warm salt water. I took some Airborne, and ate breakfast. I was trying to decide whether I should run or rest today. I was scheduled for a four-mile easy run, and I really didn't feel like I was sick enough to skip it.
I've always used the rule of thumb that if you're sick from the neck up, it's fine to exercise; if it's from the neck down, then rest is best. Since it was really just my throat that was hurting, I chose to run. Running always makes me feel better, no matter what is going on.
I dressed in what I'm probably going to be wearing at the marathon on Sunday, and headed outside for a four-miler. Rik and I talked over the weekend about our pacing plan for the marathon, and we agreed to start with the 4:30 finish time pacers (a 10:18/mi pace) and then fall back if it feels too fast. So today, my goal was to get a feel for the 10:18 pace, and try to run at that pace the whole time.
I only looked at my Garmin after each mile split, and I did great the first mile--then I went a little too fast for the last three, but I'm glad that I felt good enough to do so! My throat didn't bother me at all while I was running, probably because I breathe through my mouth and my throat gets dry anyway.
While I was running on the shoulder of a busier road this morning, I heard a car coming up behind me. I got over as far as possible to the right, because I know drivers don't really pay attention (I see people texting and driving ALL THE TIME while I'm running). The car got closer, and when it was right next to me, the driver floored the gas and made the engine rev really loudly while the tires squealed. I looked to see the car swerve toward me, and then swerve again away from me, like they were trying to scare the shit out of me--which it did.
Why would anyone do something like that?!
Just recently in a neighboring city, there was a woman who was standing in her driveway watching her daughter get on the school bus before school. A car came down the road, driven by a 17-year old girl who was distracted while driving (not sure what the distraction was), and ran over the woman in her driveway, killing her. Isn't that awful? I feel bad for everyone involved, including the teen driver--that would be a very harsh lesson learned.
I always try to be very aware of drivers while I'm out running, and I try to make eye-contact with drivers before I cross in front of them (even when I have the right of way). I forgot to write about this during my last 20-miler, but I was almost hit by a car about 3 miles in. I had pushed the button for the crosswalk, and when it changed to the walk sign, I started running slowly across, watching the driver who was waiting to turn toward where I was running (to make sure she saw me). I got halfway across when she gunned it and came at me FAST. I jumped backwards, and she was so close that I hit my hand on the hood of her car to get her attention, and only then did she see me.
Anyway, I guess my point is that running is a dangerous sport! ;)
I spent the rest of the day lying on the couch drinking tea almost non-stop. The thing that has worked the best for my throat so far is ginger tea. I actually combined a few remedies into one--ginger tea, honey, and apple cider vinegar. It wasn't the best-tasting tea I've ever had, but it worked wonders on my throat! I felt almost back to normal for a little while after drinking it. Estelle kept me company on the couch.
I'm really not feeling any better than I was this morning, so I am probably going to be spending tomorrow on the couch, too.