Frustration

Well, I'm still sidelined with this virus. Just when I thought it had gone. A week last Thursday, I got up and thought, "Oh great, seems to be better". Voice back, feeling fine, so I went out on my 16-miler. Felt generally OK, apart from that ever-so-slightly starchy feeling at the bottom of the lungs. My goodness those last few miles were painful, though. Got up on Friday and felt bad again, coughing, blergh, and, having not had any lung related symptoms, feeling tight again. Rubbish!

Went away for the weekend with some of those Mad Asthma people. Spent a lovely time in Matlock and even had a successful stroll over the Heights of Abraham. Went shopping at a local Outlet Village on the Sunday, and discovered that Next can't make their mind up about how they are going to size their jeans.

So this week, I decided to be sensible (don't look so shocked) and not push it, and just try to allow myself to get better. However it hasn't reaped the benefits I was hoping - still coughing, bit tight, not done any running, and with a half-marathon to do tomorrow, I'm starting to doubt the benefits of Allowing Nature To Run Its Course. I have spent the last few days having a slight mental battle as to whether I'm actually going to go and run the half tomorrow, but I think I've come to the conclusion that I will go and have a go - and not be too disappointed if it doesn't all go to plan.

I shall continue to chunter quietly about how I have managed to go the entire winter without getting so much as a sniffle, only to have these little microscopic critters gunk me up six/seven weeks before possibly the most important race of my life. Bah. *chunter chunter chunter*

The SIS drinks and gels seem to be good though, and haven't caused any "gastrointestinal distress" (as they like to put it, bless 'em, they don't like to be crude). Found out that Tescos sell 'em cheaper than their own website, too, so that's a bonus.

Adios. I'll hopefully write in with a race report tomorrow.