This has not been a good week. I've felt generally poorly for most of it on top of the usual issues.
Monday - it was a cutback week, so no morning run. Evening 9 miler and Body Pump were fine.
Tuesday - I felt weak and headachey in the morning. Not sore from the work out, just like I had no strength. I was surprised by having to produce a large volume of poo when I went to the gym to get changed. I didn't know it was needed, if you know what I mean. I felt nicely emptied after it though. It was blowing a gale at the track so we had a short session of 600, 400, 200 x 2. They felt ok but I'm sure they were slow. Then just a short distance into the cool down I was struck by the very, very urgent need to go and had to dart back to the clubhouse for bad noise, bad smells and another large amount.
Wednesday - In the morning I felt rubbish. Cramping in my stomach, light-headed... Dehydration perhaps. The evening run ended up a bit long at 11 miles and ended in a dash up the stairs to the bathroom only to produce nothing but air.
Thursday - Felt awful in the morning again, same as yesterday. Perked up a bit later on but not enough to contemplate swapping my planned Friday run to tonight.
Friday - I now haven't moved my bowels since Tuesday night. I am bloated and the brain fog has gotten ridiculous. I don't know how much longer I can hold up my 'game face' at work. I'm pretty sure it slips from time to time anyway, but I'm making a real effort to engage and laugh and generally not sound like I feel like utter shite. I had a friend visiting for parkrun and didn't want to be out on the roads when he arrived so I did my 6 mile easy run on my treadmill. Note to self - turn off the lights, they're bliddy boiling!
Saturday - My cat scared the life out of me by pretending to be dead. She slept downstairs in the ex-living room with my friend rather than in my bed with me. She's a bit of a tart really. I came downstairs to find her on the sofa and sat down next to her. She didn't move. I stroked her and she felt like a dead weight. My heart was in my mouth. It took a while to rouse her and I had to shake her pretty hard. One day that will happen and she won't rouse. I am so not ready for that day. Anyway, after that horror and some breakfast I was finally able to 'go' again, and it was a massive amount of cow pat style fluffy poo.
We went to Long Eaton parkrun because it's flat and wouldn't aggravate Ste's niggles. I needed to run hard since I'd otherwise have done a hard session on the Friday night. My stupid Garmin died but Ste lent me his so I could pace for sub 20 to take the course record. It was over all pace though, and I could have used lap pace really. As it was I didn't realise just how badly I slowed down. I got about 10seconds slower each mile. Finished in 19.36, which is a bit meh really. In week 6 of Spring marathon training I ran 18.42.
Sunday - 18 miles. This was a short long run, but it felt like hard work for some reason.
60 miles and I feel more tired than after a 75 mile week.
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