two weeks

I am now at the two week milepost for this crud. I'm not as bad as I was before I started an antibiotic nine days ago but it seems to have lost any magical ability to get me healthy. I have five more days of antibiotics. I guess the inhaler has been helpful for the past four days yet I am still coughing. It is very annoying. Good or bad, I do have a doctor appointment for Wednesday next week for blood work and EKG for my annual physical. Will they scrap my blood work if I have all these drugs coursing through my system?

Worst of all is that I have not run since Monday morning and have no intention of doing so until I lick this thing. Acquaintances have told me about the weeeeeeks they spent trying to beat it back. I am not a happy camper.

My only consolation this week was I made travel plans for July. 7-12 Chicago. 12-23 Rhode Island.

Roller coaster

Just when David was getting his groove back he woke up yesterday with the same degree of sick symptoms he complained about a week ago. We are in regression. Things are so disturbing that they cannot even write in first person, in fear of one committing self-inflicted harm upon one's self. The doctor has now prescribed an inhaler. No rush like that since college. Wait. Ignore that last comment. He's obviously delusional.

It's getting better all the time

Okay old folks... what hit song sung by who from the 60s is that a first line from? What album? (Google cheaters need not answer)

I got up at 530 to run this morning. It was about time. It was not an easy run. I just knew I had to go out and run somewhere. While running, I realized I was going to have to pace myself back to my pre-ill form so that distracted me for awhile. I figured I would go 3 today, 4 on Wednesday, 5 on Friday and anything between 6-10 that feels good on Saturday/Sunday. In fact I just got off the phone with one of my prinicipal pals - Dave - and made a date to run with him and Justin on Saturday morning at 600. I'll see if I can finagle my other two principal pals - the girls - to join us. Gosh, I think I'm forming a running club here.
So all that's going through my head while I ran this morning; at the same time that molasses was running through my legs and my lungs too, it seemed. The first two miles were slow and I felt better in the third mile but was still weak. It'll get better all the time now. By noon, my legs have that fresh feeling that you get after a hard run. It was a hard easy run. Progress.

Staying alive

Here I sit itching to be healthy and run. Every time I lie down I have to get up; and when I get up, things in my lungs want to be free. It's not been pretty but I am making headway. I called to see the doc and he said no but phoned in a scrip. I have an antibiotic and I am taking it. I mowed the lawn this morning but felt tired afterwards. So tired I took a nap. Hence the horizontal-vertical account. If I behave the rest of today (do nothing) I will run a distance tomorrow and see if I have any lung capacity to work with.
Meanwhile, I am inspired by Susie's great run today. You will be too.

In contrast to my header there was sad news this week. My boss at my former employer of 23 years died at his desk on Monday. He was 55. He was my peer for most of those 23 years until he became my boss in 2001. I left for a better-paying character-challenging job 18 months ago but kept in touch. The sports world was shocked. The church was packed. The media was all over it with eulogies. A sad loss. A good man and friend to many. Left a 6-year old daughter and wife.
Which reminds me. If any of you are around for my funeral, make sure they play some Tom Petty ("Free Fallin'") in the line up of pre-service tunes.

Trying to recover

I never get sick so I forget how to be good and do what I should.
Everything has been there for me to get over whatever I have. Warm sunny days. Three days off. No appointments, dates or calamities to address. So what did I do? Friday I pitchforked about four yards of mulch into a wheelbarrow and covered the beds. I did another three yards worth on Saturday. Then the truck came with a yard of stones for another area. I backwashed the pool.
I did not take it easy enough Friday and Saturday but when I woke up this morning I felt good. Until I got up with the intention to go running. I hacked and other unattractive things until my lungs settled down, then went to Park Avenue to see who was running. I got there just before 700 to see Marty taking off up the street. Jack, Tim nor Chris were to be found. I drove around the block and was heading home when I caught a glimpse of Tim getting out of his car so we went out for a slow run of six miles. I was okay for about three miles before I realized I was very tired. I ended up walking for a spell too. It took us 55 minutes (10 minute pace) including the walking so I met my pace of the past two weeks but I am one pooped runner.
When I came home I showered and fixed breakfast for everyone. Then I got back into bed. I had promised Mrs. T we'd go to the beach but it was too late, soe we went for a slow relaxing bike ride. It was fun. It had also been about a year or more since we'd gone for a ride; ever since son C backed up over the air pump in the car. I bought a new one a few weeks ago so now there is a cross training option in the garage.
The last thing I did before blogging was take a nap. I guess I should lay low this week. Fat chance.

GO JEFF GO ... i mean go jeff go.