So seriously. Training hard for 5 months. Getting up at 4am to run 7-10 km before driving to the office. Long days. Early nights. The goal being finishing an ultra marathon of 50 km on June 11th. Running five or six days a week. During the weekend usually between 20 and 30 km. Always seeing that vision of me finishing. Actually doing it. The last month, with an incredible heat wave set me off, not prepared at all and I began to think about the possibilities of not making it. Not finish. The doubt set in. My confidence was, so to say, fried. 10 days ago my throat hurt, then there was the sneezing and the runny nose… I got the cold from hell. With fever.
Two things I have learned. Not ever run with fever and I can’t run with hurting throat.
So, here I am. Far from the wilderness, far from running. Coughing like I was paid to do it and running is, seriously not on my mind. I couldn’t even run if my life depended on it ;(
It’s an experience all right. I know.