"Doubtful"

That word, not unlike "toast", is ringing in my ears as I left the doctor's office. I am mindful that this is not my regular doctor, that I resorted to the walk-in clinic across the street from work, but this doctor told me that a marathon was "doubtful" at this point. She did not specify whether that meant to start, or to finish. Neither of which is really acceptable to me anyway. I told her normally I wouldn't go to the doctor with the symptons I had, that I'd usually let them run their natural course, but with the marathon so close I needed something to help speed the recovery.

First bit of advice ClinicDoc gave me was to ditch the over-the-counter drugs. Those weren't doing a thing to help me, only to prolong the sickness. Then she said it'd probably take five days to clear up... which would still leave me a few days before actual race day. But then I go back to doubting my fitness level, my strength.

What I need are lots of fluids and rest. So that's what I'm doing this weekend? Drinking and sleeping it off. I mean sipping water and napping lots. Whatever. I was also prescribed a nasal spray, but ClinicDoc said I didn't have to use it(!) Great. Like what does that mean? It means that if my condition doesn't clear up in two days to start spraying. Okay .....

Bottom Line: I have worked too long, too hard, for Oct. 22. I am going to be at the starting line, rain or shine, or even at this point, snow. I am going to cross the finish line, even if I have to crawl there. I WILL.