12 days out from Marathon Number five and I’m home sick with the virus that is rampantly doing the rounds of Northern Tasmania. I don’t have enough fingers to count the people I know who’ve enjoyed some down time with this energy-sucking annoyance.
In truth I think I’ve been fighting the virus off for a couple of weeks, finally on Tuesday morning it hit in a way that I couldn’t ignore it. What to do? Look after myself that’s what. For the first time in eight years I’m being most grown up and have taken multiple days off work (view nervous twitching). Currently I’ve missed one day of training (yesterday). I’m confident that by marathon day, in fact by this weekend I’ll be back on deck. It’s taper time, so missing a few runs will not hurt at all; perhaps could do me some good. I’ll be itching to get out running when that horn sounds for the start of the marathon.
In the meantime I am indulging in all things healthy.
In blessing-counting mode I’m grateful that I can take time off work, rest and eat well. It’s wonderful to live in a place where these things are possible.
Yes, a little bit of ho hum-ness here for this Unsporty Woman, but come marathon day I’ll be fighting fit! Maybe I’ll even be a little dangerous due to suffering from cabin fever. Now back to the couch and my ultra-marathon reading.
Happy running 🙂