Real David H.

1,138 days. That’s how long of a streak I had since the last time I got sick. REALLY SICK, if you know what I mean. It’s certainly a streak that I would have loved to have continued, but it’s over.
This week was going to be a week to get back to normal after some time off after Shamrock, but instead it’s put a huge dent into my March miles and my confidence for the goal I put out there the other day for the Blue Ridge Half.

At least, from backtracking everything that happening in the day or two before I got sick, it was out of my control. In fact, on Monday night I told my wife that I feel like I had finally woken up from a week of being tired after Shamrock and a long weekend from an event at work.

My first run back yesterday afternoon after my unexpected time off felt like breathing through a straw, but it was a small victory in an otherwise awful week. I also got up this morning to get in a few miles and felt strangely normal.

After starting March off so well and having a great Shamrock, I’m now eager to get through the next few days and get to April and Q2. Great things are ahead … as long as all stomach bugs stay away.