Since returning from France, my running has not gone as well as expected. I knew that the combination of jet lag (which only lasted a day or two), Covid, and a three-week hiatus were setbacks that I needed to overcome gradually, and so on my first run back in Highlands my only goal was to complete a single mile (see post of August 3). The following week, I increased that distance to two- and three-mile runs on alternate days at a very easy pace with plenty of walking breaks, and I felt pretty good in other respects – I mowed the yard, I resumed lifting weights. The following week I increased the distance to four and then five miles. Early in the next week, I even tried two 400-meter interval. I was feeling pretty good!
And then it all went south. After completing those two intervals, I found myself walking most of the final mile. TIRED I wrote in my running log. I fell into a habit of taking naps every afternoon, something I rarely do. On Saturday, I could barely keep up with my friends Karen and Vicki, and after two miles I urged them to go on without me. I don’t think I have experienced fatigue like this since those days long ago when I resumed running after completing a marathon. I finally came to the realization that Martha was right. I needed more of that bitter medicine that most runners are forced to take as a last resort: Rest.
I have been doing a lot of research, and what I have been experiencing seems to fit something called Post Covid Fatigue Syndrome. “Some experts believe it might be a natural course of the infection to see symptoms ebb, then return,” one Harvard Medical School researcher said. “Covid’s course it not a purely linear process; it waxes and wanes a little bit.” That would explain why I felt good enough to run five miles one day, and yet was dragging around slowly the next day.
I finally took the recommended medicine this week – five days
without running a step, although I did walk between one and three miles most of
those days. Finally, on Thursday, I
tried to run a single mile without stopping . . . and it went just great! Not only that, I felt good enough to mow the
yard again and do some other work around the house, and still felt good the
next day. And I have not needed naps in the afternoon.
So it seems as if Covid is beginning
to wane. And I hope it will
continue to do so.
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