Day 81 – The Mystery Illness (or Maybe Just Pollen?)
The Groggy Morning Conundrum This morning greeted me with a sensation I hadn’t missed: that telltale ache behind the eyes, a throat that wasn’t sore but certainly considering the idea, and a general fogginess that could best be described as ‘muddle-headed’. Initially, I chalked it up to the early start, having forcibly encouraged myself out of bed at 5 am with the enthusiasm of a man facing a firing squad armed with alarm clocks. But as I made the drive to Rochester, blinking at the road ahead and occasionally wondering whether it was actually getting further away, the notion began to solidify — I might be teetering on the edge of a cold. Or, at the very least, some mystery ailment that had decided to arrive uninvited, like an unwanted relative at a dinner party you never agreed to host. A Gentle Jog and Growing Suspicions Fortunately, today’s training didn’t demand anything heroic — just a recovery run at an easy pace, clocking in at just over 30 minutes. That kind of session is l...