How the world has changed since I posted on February 6. As you may remember, in my last post, I mentioned that I was tending to my sick wife and kids while starting to feel ill myself. Sure enough, right after that, I came down the flu. Not just “maybe the flu.” Not just “maybe a bad cold.” It was the “holy crap I feel like I have been hit by a bus FLU.” And let me tell you, there is no wonder in my mind how this virus once killed almost 3% of the world’s population (1918 Flu Pandemic).
This is not the first time I have had hosted the flu. The last time was about 2007 and since then, I have received my flu shot annually. Yet, even with the best laid plains and vaccines, the variability of nature wins out and boom, training came to a standstill. Okay, life came to a standstill. Like most triathletes, I am a certified work-a-holic, and when I call in sick to work and training, you know I am sick enough to play a Walker in the Walking Dead. To make matters worst, my ability to rest was reduced as I still had 4 kids, a recovering wife, a six year old birthday, and Valentine’s Day to tend to. Unfortunately, being sick is never convenient. In addition, apparently my body’s cure for influenza was to shove as many calories as possible into my mouth. Ramen, pizza, bread….I just couldn’t get enough to eat this past week.
It was only Monday of this week that I was barely able to get back to work. It was Tuesday before I got in a run after a week off. A measly five miles with 200m repeats at 6:40 felt like a marathon. On Wed I had to commute by plane and my sinuses felt like they were stuffed with footballs; the only training I did was lifting 200mg Ibuprofens to my face. I tried my first ride on Thursday only to bonk out in the last interval. Friday, I finally jumped in the pool for 2000 yards. It had been nearly a week and a half since my last swim, and I put out an atrocious 17:30 1000y swim. Finally, by Saturday, I was feeling better rested and I squeaked out 10 miles on the dreadmill with 30 intervals between 1:00-30s at 6:40 pace. I had a little extra help from a some pork.
Today, things are looking back on target as I squeaked out “Centennial” on Trainerroad.
In short, this virus has been a stiff kick to the chamois. I was feeling very optimistic about my bike performance after the Tour, but now I am certainly worried about my swim and run capabilities this year. I have about 7 weeks to go until my first race and I am hoping I can at least finish somewhere around where I was last year.
One day at a time, I am crawling back out of the grave. I will trade one suffering for another.