The training plan format for this past week states that I have a 3 mile, 6 mile, 18 mile and 5 mile run to do. Due to returning to work on the 3rd January, I rejigged the plan to enable me to run my long run with the back to back on the 1st and 2nd. So on the 1st I toddled off to Strathclyde parkrun, ran a 5k and then added a further 2 miles to take me to 5 (if only I knew how I was to feel later on that day, I would've continued to take my run up to 18 miles, but hey ho, hindsight would be a wonderful thing). Come early evening my throat was feeling a bit funny and I developed an irritating cough.
On the 2nd when I woke up after getting very little sleep, I knew that the 18 miler was doomed for the day, so not to be thwarted and in the belief that what ever bug I had, it would be gone by the weekend, I made a new plan which was to run parkrun on Saturday followed by an add on run of 15 miles, I'd then get up and run the 6 miles on Sunday. Pressure off, time to get better - I don't do sick and haven't had anything like this for 2+ years, Iain's been a trooper, but he should know by now just to leave me when I'm like this!
I slept so badly on Friday night that I didn't make Strathclyde parkrun, attempting any distance, I believe will delay my recovery, so here I am sitting on the sofa on Sunday morning, I've watched the sky turn a beautiful red colour as daylight comes in, I still feel rubbish, but I think it's a better rubbish than yesterday, Hopefully I'll pick up on the training plan for next week which is similar to the one that I've missed. I think a nice gentle walk is what is needed today - a sign that I must be feeling better.
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