Whoa. Sick week, again.<\/p>\n
Started off well with a B2B – a 13.5 mile road run late Saturday night, and an 11.6 mile hilly run with Alick at 6:30 Sunday morning. All good, the road run particularly so and managed it in around 2 hours which was pretty good time for a training run. Just a giant loop made up as I went along, aiming for around 15 miles but cut it a little short largely because that’s when I ran back past my house. But… really heavy legs in the hilly run, walking all the steepest hills, and I was glad when it was over and I could have a tea and a bacon sarnie from the little cafe at Newlands Corner on the North Downs.<\/p>\n
Rested Monday, and then Tuesday banged out 7 miles on the treadmill at the gym. I don’t particularly like treadmills, but they serve a purpose from time to time and this was one of those times. A good tempo session, lightly uphill, always close to 8 min\/miles.<\/p>\n
Then… crashing to earth. On Wednesday I felt a bit of a sore throat and a slight fever, just like a couple of times recently where a cough\/chest infection was starting. I went out for a curry and a few jars on Wednesday night, sticking to some fairly healthy stuff (Goan fish curry to be precise), but I felt pretty nauseous Thursday morning when I woke up. I planned the day off as holiday to spend with my son Billy, we’d bought tickets in the afternoon to go see The Croods and we thought we’d stay in and play games the rest of the time. Good dad and lads day. I didn’t feel like breakfast but we all went to the local cafe before Sarah left for work, and I ate something but 20 miinutes later I was in the cafe toilet throwing up. Not pleasant. I took my daughter to nursery and then Billy and I went home, and I promptly went to the toilet and my body purged itself over the next few hours of pretty much everything it had. I spent the whole day, from 10 in the morning until early evening, either on the toilet or lying on the floor near it. I dislocated a finger fainting and falling off the toilet. I bruised my knee at some stage. Billy came up every hour or so to see if I was alright, and I told him I was, but I really wasn’t. My whole focus was getting out to see that movie at 3:40, and as 1 and then 2pm approached I realised we weren’t going to make it. There’s nothing like disappointing a child to make you feel low, regardless of how low you already are. But he was fairly philosophical about it, good lad.<\/p>\n
I slept OK that night, and immediately I woke up Friday morning I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to work, but my next thoughts were to wonder if I’d be able to make running that weekend. I have big mileage plans at the moment for training, and although that week I’d clocked up 32 miles already I wanted to add another 10 on Friday. No chance of that, honestly. Just too unwell. A pattern seemed to be forming.<\/p>\n
Total miles planned: 41<\/p>\n
Total miles actual: 32.2<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Whoa. Sick week, again. Started off well with a B2B – a 13.5 mile road run late Saturday night, and an 11.6 mile hilly run with Alick at 6:30 Sunday morning. All good, the road run particularly so and managed it in around 2 hours which was pretty good time for a training run. Just … Continue reading Training w\/e 12th April 2013<\/span>