No Mo' Moose :(

Last Sunday we had dinner at my parents’ house. We do this almost every Sunday and usually, I can taste the meal. My dad thinks he was a chef in another life and he’s probably right. This man has three different kinds of crepe pans. I have two pans – a brown one and a black one. Mark and I look forward to family suppers at my parents’ because the food there is better than the food at your favorite restaurant. For realz.

Only last Sunday I couldn’t taste any of it. I also couldn’t drink the wine (major bummer) because I had a splitting headache. And then things got worse. Over the next 24 hours, my body decided to quit and the cold that I’d bragged about avoiding while all those around me got sick finally showed up. It actually hung around for a few days, too. Then, it decided I was such a hospitable host that it would just chill out with me for the whole flippin’ week.

Today is the first day I’ve left the house, except for the time I braved the grocery store to buy more OJ and OTC meds. I literally threw my winter coat over my jammies, pulled on my Uggs and donned the biggest sunglasses I own to cover my unmade-up, unwashed face lest I ran into anyone I knew while I was out. Everybody knows that’s prime time for running into your ex.

I went to a walk-in clinic at the advice of my friend who went through all this a week prior. Her doc told her it was bronchitis and gave her a prescription. The doc I saw didn’t think it was bronchitis but – get this – apparently I have a “weak chest” (no. shit.) that reacts violently to infection. He said I didn’t need antibiotics but prescribed me an inhaler (a puffer) that would clear up the infection and help me breath better. I have to take it for the next two months. He also advised me not to exert myself or exercise much until I was better. So there goes the Moose Run and marathon #3.

Mark tried to cheer me up by reminding me of the good that would come from giving my body the rest it needs. I tried to find the silver lining. I told Mark that the steroids would make me stronger in Spain but I think he’s skeptical. Mostly, I’m just bummed. I’m feeling a lot better but I won’t be running tomorrow and I still can’t taste anything. Plus there are Easter treats in our kitchen but what good are the 2,000 calories in a cream egg that I can’t even taste???

So I’m sorry to say that marathon #3 will not be the Moose Run 25K + 17K after. I’m really upset about it but my body just can’t handle that kind of stress right now, not to mention I missed an entire week of training with this cold. (Upside: I’m 100% caught up on House of Cards.) I don’t know what race I’ll add on to make twelve, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be the PEI Marathon in October. Suggestions welcomed.

That’s all for now. I have to concentrate on getting healthier but I’m taking solace in knowing that my next marathon will be in Spain.

PS I totally made up that number of calories in my cream egg. I have no idea how many there are, but I figure that’s gotta be close.