Things have been a little rough around here this past week.

It all started when we went over to our friends’ house for a BBQ the week before and were told upon arrival that they were both coming down with a cold that one of them, a flight attendant, had brought back from… INDIA! Yes, that’s right, of all places he could have brought back something viral it had to be India. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am fascinated by India and everything Indian and it is on top of my list of places I want to visit. I want to see the sun rise over the Taj Mahal and set over Jodhpur, the blue city. What I don’t however want is catch something while there. And I especially don’t want to catch something from there when I have not even had a pleasure of visiting.

Well… clearly what I want or wish for is not relevant in the grand scheme of things because three days after our fun evening, filled with laughter, good food and plenty of wine, I felt the all too familiar scratch in the back of my throat. An itch that is neither welcome nor something I can scratch. At first I tried to tell myself that it was allergies as we had just been out for a walk with Nelson and Bailey, our neighbor’s cat (who walks with us!!!). That, however, only lasted for an hour until I could no longer deny that whatever came from India had set up residence in my respiratory system and was, by the feel of things, having a grand old party. A party I wanted no part of because the guests brought chills, booted up the temperature, and left me hanging all by my swollen achy self (yes, I retain all water in my face when a cold comes on. I know you need to know this because it is as pretty as you might imagine!). It was rough and forced me into finally taking off a week from all exercise, a week I had wanted to take off for quite some time but we all just know how hard this is for yours truly. Sometimes I just need that kick in the shins to make me realize it is time for some serious rest. And believe me the body aches that accompanied this virus felt like I had been kicked, and not only in the shins. As always it felt strange that first day when I did not immediately jump from bed into my exercise clothes but instead took a long hot shower. I was lost in a morning that had no routine to it (GASP!!!). But by day three I was over it and did no longer feel like a total sloth, which again reminded me how much of a head case the average athlete is. If it weren’t for those endorphins we are all addicted to… As fierce as this virus was when it first set up house, as fast did it decide to leave and to be honest by the third day I could have easily gotten back on my bike and resume the craziness that is my exercise routine (yes, I am still not back to running, because, the plantar fasciitis? It is one stubborn bitch!). But I had promised myself to lay low for a week and I managed to stick with it. But man did it feel good to go to Yoga on Saturday!

And then, just as I was getting over the Indian jewel, a man cold set up camp… Yes, even with all precautionary measures we took, David felt himself getting sick precisely one week after it had hit me. And you know what that means? The virus triples in intensity. How it happens is lost on me but thankfully we are now both on the mend and almost back to normal. Well, our normal! Because sometimes I wonder if our normal is whacked or if it is the other way around. Scenes like this leave me pondering:

Today’s Running Tip: Running while under the weather!

If you are like most serious runners you probably wonder when it is OK to run through an illness, specifically a cold, and when you should take it easy. The basic “neck” rule is a good way to gage your illness and whether you should run with a cold or not. Symptoms above the neck (runny nose, stuffiness, sneezing) don’t pose a risk to runners continuing workouts while symptoms below the neck (chest cold, bronchial infection, body ache) require time off.

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