With a head cold.
The Lady and I ran the Big Sur International Marathon a week ago. It was beautiful, it was brutal, and to cap off the triumvirate with a non-alliterative finish, it was exhausting, and not just because we ran a marathon.
I had a sore throat in the days leading up to our departure for the west coast. It flared up a little bit the day before–nothing more than a somewhat runny nose–and I still felt good through about mile 20 on race day.
But that last 10K. And then a tattered immune system, shredded from running 26.2 miles the day before, completely giving up on life. And then spending the entire next day traveling.
Ugh. I strongly recommend against running a marathon while under the weather.
Race report to come!
Where are the pancakes? 
I had a light case of the flu days before the LA Marathon. I was fine until Mile 7, then I wasn’t. Finished though.
Looking forward to your race report. Congrats on Big Sur. It’s beautiful and brutal.
That’s incredible you made it to mile 7 in spite of the flu. Congratulations on finishing!
Thanks. Pig-headedness is an important part of marathoning.