My co-worker who is doing the Lake Placid Ironman in a few weeks relayed a story about a recent weekend he spent training down there. They did the bike portion of the Ironman and the next day, one of his training partners hit the track and did intervals. So sad, but she tore her calf muscle and is in recovery mode as race day approaches.
I'm sick. Maybe i'll be better by tomorrow but after my fastish 10 miler last night in chilly Toronto, I felt a cough. It's now definately fluish and I had to leave work early. I was planning a 14 miler home which i've obviously ditched.
One thing about my marathon training is that in the past, my training schedule was my bible. If it said run hard tomorrow, I did that. If I couldn't fit it in the morning, then I do it in the evening. All in the belief that if I don't stick to the program then on race day i'll be somewhat diminished.
I had two colds in March and rushing back into training contributed to the second cold. This week was supposed to be a 62 miler but it won't, and i'm not that worried. I have three months of training ahead of me and the beauty of the Pfitz 70 is that it is so aggressive that a missed 14 miler today won't hit me in the end.
Listen to the body. I've heard it loud and clear and it's telling me, rest.