Damn the Crud (RSD: 1412)

The Crud Attacks

Only a few weeks into training and I am sidelined with a cold. Back to square one.

2016 Oct 12

Run Streak Day 1412

School is in full swing for my kiddo and the weather is getting cooler, so it can mean only one thing, cold season.  I got hit by a big cold last week which has slowed down my plans for a bit.  I affectionately call it “the crud.”  This was a term used when I deployed on ships in the Marine Corps and it defined the wicked cold everyone got from being sealed into a tin can with a few thousand strangers. Everyone’s funk just mixed together and no one was immune.  Now, for me, the crud is a cold I always get when I start a training program.  I feel it is a test from the running gods to see if I am serious.  I get about two weeks into training and start feeling good and then BAM! I can barely breathe and my head is pounding for days.  It sucks and it really can play mind games with you as you see the few weeks of progress slip away.  However, I have always survived and I think I am on the rebound as I type, so things are looking a bit brighter than they did yesterday.

One curse I have had with “the crud” was always “crud junior.”  That little bastard always got me just as I was recovering from the first bout of ickiness and would put me right back on my tushie for a few more days.  Granted, it was probably because I would go straight back to full fledge training the second I felt partially normal.  This year, I will hopefully combat that little creep.  I have one of those fancy sport watches which tracks everything, to include heart rate.  While sick, I could tell my resting heart rate was about 5 beats per minute higher than normal.  This morning, when I woke up and said “Yippee, I can breathe again.  Oh glory be.  Let’s go run 10 miles.” I checked my watch and my resting heart rate is still elevated. I know “crud junior” is just sitting there waiting for me to push a little too hard so he can jump on my back and drag me down.  Well not today you half sized wanna be.  I have science and a very expensive watch which will most likely give me wrist cancer on my side.

It helps that I am still in the pre-training phase.  The big fun does not start until January, so this is just working on getting a good base going.  I want to focus on increasing the miles on my legs, working on the core, and packing on some muscle so I look sexy.  All the important things.  Hopefully I can finish my running outline for 2017.  As is my tendency, it is completely illogical and senseless.  I have most of the first 4 months laid out and I get a queasy tummy just thinking about it.  With 8 more months to fill in, I am pretty sure I will be in complete panic mode by the end of this month.  It should be fun.  🙂

  • Keep pushing the limits my friends

About OxenTrot

During the day, I am a mild mannered desk jockey who helps to manage a large IT company.  At night, I am a family man, who is insanely in love with his wife and a proud daddy to an amazing girl.  But in the pre-dawn hours, as most everyone else is still asleep, I am my alter ego.  During that time, I am: OxenTrot. Ox was a call sign bestowed upon me while I was an active duty United States Marine, mainly in tribute to the fact that I was a major gym rat. After 5 years and three tours of duty, I reentered the civilian world.  My call sign was replaced by my actual name but the Ox still lived inside. As I began to adapt to my new life, I also began to take on new adventures, such as starting a family, getting a “big boy” job and taking on endurance sports.
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