bleah

Today is a bleah day in NYC which matches how I feel: BLEAH.

I have some kind of bug or cold. Cough cough. Just feel run down.

What timing — doesn’t my body know I have a race tomorrow?

I’ve still been running, but not so hard or far. (I felt inspired by Eliterunning.com blogger Liz, who wrote recently about how she didn’t let a cold get in the way of her track workout: “I put my head down and commited to the workout nonetheless even though I had many good reasons to just do a drive by and go back to bed.”)

At least this gives me some excuse for the bleah eight-minute Harlem Hill loops I ran on Monday.

We’ll see how I feel tomorrow — I’ll probably still force myself to race it, but a PR doesn’t look likely at this point.