So, I have bronchitis, again. I had it after Hartford in 2011—it likely had taken root right before the race—and it lasted a little under two weeks.
Well, I noticed my first symptoms (wheezing) two weeks ago, and this stupid illness is still hanging on. It seems to be getting worse instead of better.
I haven’t run in a week. I lost my Foursquare mayorship at the pool (tragedy!), and I had to cancel two swim lessons I had lined up. I went to the gym to use the elliptical yesterday, and if I accelerated enough to sweat, I started coughing all over the machine.
On Monday, a coworker told me, “You sound horrible.” Yesterday, I noticed the coughing muscles in my back were getting sore. Today, Paul strongly encouraged me to go back to the doctor after I nearly coughed myself into unconsciousness.
The doctor gave me antibiotics, because apparently, if bronchitis lasts this long, it’s likely bacterial. These warnings made me feel really optimistic:
I’m trying not to lament the fitness I’m surely losing, and to look on the bright side:
I’m lucky that this happened when I’m not really training for anything. I’m lucky I didn’t sign up to run last Sunday’s Delaware Marathon “easy” with Lauren, because I’m not sure I could finish on these lungs. I’m lucky I bought the generic grocery-store cough syrup, because it knocks me out hard and tastes good enough that I’m kind of starting to enjoy it.
Seriously, though: Why has this happened to me twice in less than two years? Do I have feeble lungs that crumple in the face of adversity, or am I just hanging out in too many germ-infested environments? And more importantly, how can I make this never happen to me again?