Somewhere, in the depths of my mind I remember reading that you should remain up beat and positive when writing posts. I am not sure how much I buy into that but if you are someone who would rather not read about my misfortune then stop reading now.
When I learnt that I had got into the London Marathon I joked that it would probably be the worst winter ever with months of deep snow thus making training difficult. So far we have not had the snow, wind and rain, yes but not snow. What has hit me this week however was stupidly not something that I really considered seriously…..illness. Yes I accepted that we would have the usual tummy bugs, that is part of normal family life but not a horrid chest infection that goes on for longer than 24 hours.
This morning I went to the on-call doctor (bless the NHS) who gave me a dose of steroids there and then along with a turn on the nebuliser. All designed to help me get some air into my lungs. Thankfully it worked although I can feel my breathing becoming more laboured as I type. The chest infection has triggered my asthma as luck would have it.source
I can run with my mind…..
There are 2 problems to this: 1 it is half term and I have 3 lively boys to entertain and prevent from killing each other and 2 the lovely doctor said that I should give myself at least 2 weeks before running AND then build up slowly. At the moment this news doesn’t bother me too much as I am concentrating on getting through each hour but it will matter. I will hate it. All that work that I have already put in, will it be all, undone?
I am stopping now before I go any further down the line. I have to get better and then work out the repercussions. Life is a challenge.