lungs with an attitude problem

I woke up this morning with bronchitis. My throat scratchy and sore, and my lungs unwilling to open up. Last night I was on the edge of being sick and I wasn't cautious enough. Problem is that I was scheduled to do a local running race which I had already registered for and has placed it in my schedule. A friend had lent me his car, so I shook myself into action and went to pick up the car at 5am. it was so much easier driving than taking a bus. I wasnt' certain if any of my friends from the sport were going to be there and were able to give me a lift, so a friend of mine offered me his. It was such a completely thoughtful thing to do and made my morning much easier.

My lungs are not in good condition today. I raced probably one of the toughest running races, cross country, in the mountains, that I've done recently. The climbs were steep and the descents fast. I couldn't get much air in and my lungs were burning, not from the effort but from some nasty little bacteria that made it's way into my bronchioles. I was a bit worried that my race effort would cause a migration into my heart and lead to endocarditis. So I pulled back a bit near the end and it was pretty silly of me because I was beat by exactly one second.

The field wasn't too fast as the season is pretty much over, but I'll tell you that placing second is harder than not placing at all. This holds true, even if I'm sick. One second..oh I can feel it eating away at me for not working hard enough and not seeing her until right at the finish line. She slipped by me without me noticing.

Well, I'm reasoning it away this afternoon and I've decided to put myself on a short course of a broad spectrum antibiotic. Next thursday I'll be racing another running race and hopefully feeling better and well enough to really ramp up my motor. I guess I would be pleased if I got beat and was fighting for it, but circumstances weren't in my favour. Next week should go much better. What bad timing for me to get sick.