You know what the best part about flying back home on the day you just ran a marathon?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
It's the antithesis of what your body wants from you, which is to stretch out, hydrate and relax.
And in my case, it actually got me sick. It's well understood that rigorous activity such as running 26.2 miles can suppress the immune system. So it's no surprise that shortly after my post-marathon flight home, I started to feel the onset of an illness. It began with a sore throat, before escalating into full-blown coughing, sneezing and runny nose. The worst of it came yesterday - but thankfully, the majority of the symptoms have subsided save for a lingering cough.
While I've been taking it easy and resting these past few days, the obvious tradeoff is that I've been inactive since Sunday. No running = drop in confidence. And I have a marathon coming up in a mere week or so (Surf City). It also doesn't help that I've been the heaviest that I've been in awhile (183 lbs) and it ain't from muscle gain either (currently @ 12.7% BF, usually below 12).
I need to get back at it. Although I have to temper that desire because I should be tapering. Ah, stupid running. What do you want from me?