When you last heard from me I was seeking retribution, through writing, on an idiot neighbour. That encounter, at 10am, added to the distressing start of the day when, taking my son to school, a parcel delivery van almost crashed into us. The only reason we were on that road was because, on Monday, a lorry had hit a railway bridge so our usual route was closed in both directions. Reading that back almost makes it sound like fate was conspiring against me to have a really bad day.
Fortunately life improved through a blueberry muffin and some retail therapy.
Wednesday evening was mine and younger son’s first (paid for) race together, having checked out the route on Saturday we knew exactly what to expect and the weather gods were with us as it was an incredibly beautiful evening. Wishing each other luck at the start, he mixed in with the other club runners towards the middle of the group while I headed to the back. It was a great race, my son finished in an amazing 39 minutes and I knocked almost 3 minutes off my 5 mile PB that I set just 10 days before. More about that on Sunday.
Early hours of Thursday morning, unable to sleep and with a banging headace, I blamed the running endorphins and resigned myself to a sleepless night. But then my headache was joined by dizziness, nausea, stomach ache and back ache. I couldn’t reconcile how great (absolutely knackered but not unwell) I’d felt just a few hours earlier with how I was feeling now. And almost 48 hours later am still feeling. I can’t think it’s food related as I’d pretty much only eaten the same as everyone else, and I’m not sure it’s a bug as surely there would be more of the gross stuff.
Two days of PJs, painkillers and amazon prime video, and I hope I feel at least a bit more human tomorrow.