Something weird has been going on. The past three days I have felt absolutely awful. I didn’t write about it because I figured that it would go away if I ignored it. Mature, right? This is exactly the kind of behavior I would berate on a “Question of the Day.” So now you can officially write off anything I say in the future (if you haven’t already.)
It started after Tuesday’s workout. We had done a really really long, drawn out session on the track to get used to the altitude and shake out the travel. I’m talking LONG: 4x 600, 4×500, 4×400, 4×300, 4×200, at paces varying from 800 to 5k with a million years recovery. The whole thing took two hours and added up to 14 miles (with recovery jogs) on the Garmin. I couldn’t leave the couch the rest of the day.
Wednesday was ok, surprisingly, but Thursday’s easy run around the lake was horrendous. Its a picturesque 5.5 mile loop, but it seemed to take three hours, and every step required too much effort. So of course when Coach Rowls asks how the run was, I brightly say, “Fine. No probs.”
Then today we had another session, and as I warmed up with Sally and Nick, I commented, “Isn’t it weird how when you warm up for workouts here, it feels like you are in a cold sweat even though its 90 degrees outside?”
“Um…yeah. Sure…” they replied, and quickly changed the subject.
By the time I did strides, I felt good, and said so when coach checked in with me. The workout was pretty basic anyway. Some tempo, 4x1k, and some more tempo. And my times during the tempo were shockingly fast (for me), especially at 6000 feet. The old Garmin said 5:15’s and 5:11’s, which is making me question Garmin since that’s 10 seconds faster than I run at sea level on a good day. Needless to say, I was both puzzled and pleased before going home to slip into a mild coma for three hours (my fifth nap in the last 12 months).
Napping should be a warning sign for me by now, since I never do it, but again, I’m going to continue with denial. Its been working great. The workouts are good. Nothing is definitively wrong with me. And besides, when you are above 5000 feet elevation, you can blame just about anything unusual on “the altitude.” Gas? Its the altitude. Constipation? The runs? Its the altitude. A sudden compulsion to eat two chocolate croissants every day when you would never eat them at home? Clearly the altitude.