It was the real deal, the flu. Was out for two-plus days and I took off three days from running. On Saturday, I thought maybe I could do a 5 miler, but a few kilometres in, I knew that I would cut it short. I ended it after 5K.
Think I just needed another day to rest up, which is odd, cause this morning as I woke up, the thought entered my mind of skipping today's run entirely. I saw it was chilly out (14C) and the thought of getting chilled to the bone didn't sit well with me.
But I forced myself out later in the morning and it had warmed up to the perfect running day. Again, I set my expectations lower, aiming at 21K or 13 miles. There were a few tough miles when the last bits of the cold were making its way up my lungs but I ran the last part strongly and did 15 miles in 2:03:08 for 8:10 miles or 5:05 kilometres.
Have a 63 mile week planned. Don't think I'm going to throw myself right back at high mileage. We'll see how the next few days go. My next race (10 miler) is a week from now.