The past 48+ hrs have been awful. I can’t remember being this ill in years! Being bedridden with muscle pain and headaches is not fun. I hardly ever needed to cough or blow my nose though. And when I did, I was somewhat relieved seeing the phlegm and nasal discharge weren’t showing any signs of an infection. I guess this came at a good time, too……

A week after GC, I took it easy with a couple of short runs. The week after I started my 2nd training block of the year. The latter part of that week though, I started feeling what potentially could’ve been PF! I thought it could’ve been caused by not turning over my old runners in time. I was already overdue approx. a month out fr GC (I’ve since ordered/received the same model runners). And most notably, slacking off fr rehab! In denial, but knew it was more the latter.

So last week, I backed off from running and kept up the endurance with back to back classes at the gym (HIIT and kick-boxing), spent a couple of days focusing on strength and did a yin yang yoga class to focus on flexibility, breathing and distressing from it all.

Late last Thursday evening I noticed that my throat started developing phlegm and I was constantly trying to clear my throat. Instantly I knew my body was either going to fight or surrender to something nasty.

I mustered the energy to go to work on the Friday because I had an appointment with Alex from the Running Room regarding potential PF. Heel pain’s not PF. Moreso minor tendinitis. A case of, “I caught this niggle in it’s early stages!” Heel got taped and we got to discussing parkrun and SH10K on the weekend. Only if I was feeling well was I to run SH10K. I also needed to ensure parkrun was a slow jog. Then come Monday, we’d evaluate the heel concern and how it responded to the runs. Surely enough, my body shut down as soon as I got home from seeing Alex.

No parkrun. No SH10K. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I remember waking up at like 1PM on the Saturday with no energy at all. But I was desperately needing a fresh fruit smoothie. Despite the pain, I prepared myself breakfast (piece of toast with peanut butter and honey + that fresh fruit smoothie) and boy was it tasteless. My body thanked me for it though. I could feel the juices energizing me up again. I still felt so feral though. The rest of Saturday was spent asleep, resting.

I had my BFF run the SH10K for me. He did such an amazing job and I couldn’t be any more proud. I felt what I thought to be 90% recovered already on the Sunday morning when I woke up with the potential to relapse (Aries are known to be so hasty). So I joined my family at brunch after the SH10K to celebrate their achievements at the event. It was a good Sunday but there was nothing to report back to Alex with as I’ve done zero running.

I listened to the body today and let it rest a little more. My nose is even more congested. But then going to sleep is a chore as my nose would spontaneously decide to run profusely. And now this is all a mess of complaints *queue cricket sound*