There’s not really much to say about this week.
On Monday, I was feeling a bit hopeful that things would be okay. I did our bike ride together and then ran 8 miles. I was supposed to do them at some hard/easy intervals, but opted to just run straight through at Z2. If anything, I actually felt a little bit better throughout the day on Monday.
But when I woke up on Tuesday, I felt like crap. I can’t remember the last time I missed 3 straight days of work. I only worked on Monday and Friday of this week.
I didn’t find out that I had the flu until Thursday. I’d been quarantining in our upstairs guest bedroom so it kinda didn’t matter if it was a cold, the flu, COVID, or something else. Thankfully, Katy never got sick! But on Thursday, I decided to test just so I could put a label on this thing.
Hello, Flu A. I think this is our first meeting. You’re a real jerk.
Honestly, in the grand scheme of things, I was never miserable. My nose was running like crazy, and I felt very tired. I had a bit of a cough, but no muscle aches or any of the more severe symptoms. I got a few items to keep my morale up as I fought through everything.
As quickly as I crashed into feeling awful on Tuesday morning, I felt dramatically better throughout Friday afternoon.
By Saturday morning, I felt like riding the bike. I throttled the workout down slightly for the second half when I saw my heart rate was creeping up a little higher than usual. But overall, I felt pretty good.
I decided to take Sunday off as a rest day. I needed to catch up on all the things I had missed during the week. It also didn’t make sense to go straight from the flu into a 96-minute tempo run. So, I decided to do some chores and errands so that I could start next week feeling refreshed and ready to go.
