The game has changed.

As I write this, there are 77 days until Patriots' Day. Twenty-eight days in February, thirty-one in March, and eighteen in April.

The bad news: I lost the entire month of January to sickness.

The good news: I am healthy now, and I am hungry. The last couple of days, I have felt this energy in me, trying to find its way out. I feel strong. I feel anxious, in a good way, like I haven't felt in longer than I can remember.

Tomorrow is my first day back on the grind. Probably a light run, some time on the elliptical, some core work, and maybe a little strength training, depending on how I feel.

I don't have much time. Eleven weeks. I have to train smarter than I've ever trained. I have to push myself further than I've ever pushed myself before. I have to stay healthy, eat healthy. This challenge is so much more than I ever expected, now. Of course, no one can foresee being sick for nearly a month straight, either. That said, it's here, it's in front of me, it's attainable. I got this.

I got this.

Is there a doctor in the house?

Last time I wrote, which was about 11 days ago, I explained the lovely, and odd, cold symptoms that I was having. Sinus pressure, headaches, bloody mucus, and a hint of a scratchy throat. All of those things I had had for a little less than a week at that point.

A few days after that post, I saw my PCP. Gave me some antibiotics. Started taking them, the sinuses started to get better, less bloody.

Flash forward to today, 8 days after that appointment.

I am still sick, but have a whole new set of symptoms!

Sinuses are more or less done. Still a little stuffy, but manageable. I have had a fever, very off and on, for perhaps the last two weeks. Due to its strange timing -- sometimes it goes away for a day or two before coming back -- I did not really notice it until a few days ago. Thinking back, I probably had a fever in a few situations where I just didn't notice it, like being outside shoveling or walking or waiting for the T.

Throat is 1000% percent worse. It hurts very much to swallow. Eating Saltines feels like eating swords. My glands are swollen like crazy, and I am salivating a goddamn ton. On top of that, in the last 48 hours, dry heaves/vomiting has been added to the mix. Just lovely, really. And, while it's not really a symptom, per se, the horrible dreams/nightmares I have been having the last few nights suck.

What is with the wheel of symptoms? Does anyone have any logical explanation for this?

Now playing: "Sick, Sick, Sick"

Good god.

I feel pretty miserable.

For the last... week or so, my sinuses have been exploding. I'll spare you all the lovely, disgusting details, but I will say that in the last couple of days, it has turned distinctly bloody. Not cool. The headaches and neckaches that have come along (the former due to the pressure, the latter due to being unable to sleep) have only made things lovelier. I tried running on Thursday and I thought I was going to faint. It was not good.

It's time to see a doctor. Though I'm not sure what he'll say -- this feels like more than just a sinus infection. I've had those before, they've come and gone pretty quietly. Never like this. The only symptoms I've got are the sinus headaches / the horrible mucus, a slightly scratchy throat, and possibly swollen glands. Otherwise, I feel fit as a fiddle. No cough, no fluid in the lungs, no fever, no fatigue. I just feel like I've been beaten about the head and neck.

Ugh.

Anyone know any temporary fixes until I can go see the doctor later this week?

New Year and a race day recap

New Year's Day, Wicked Frosty Four. Nice little race, mostly flat, a few hills of little consequence, one good size one. I didn't feel particularly great for the third mile, thought I was going to puke; the OJ and toast I had for breakfast sorta bubbled up. No good. That said, between that and essentially taking the month of December off, my time of 39:50 was better than expected. I came in hoping to break 40, and with an admittedly bad run, I still did, so I feel pretty good, in retrospect.

Anyway, we are officially in 2010 now, which means that the Marathon looms ever closer. I'm off to the Y tomorrow for some strength training and either a short run or a long session with the elliptical machine, depending on how crowded it is. Might consider a swim if the pool is open. Guess I'm gonna play it more by ear than I thought.

Gotta remember to stretch better. I've done a shitty job of it as of late, and that will not cut it going forward.