.....As A Bear's Behind

In case you hadn't worked it out; at this 55-days-to-go mark I am feeling rough. I tell you; this is needed about as much as the proverbial; ironically I currently feel like I do actually have a hole in my head.

I guess it was inevitable that with the coughs and splutters which fly around an office, I would eventually succumb; thought I might have dodged it though. It's not debilitating enough to be off work (at least not for me......mommy's bwave little soldier), but enough to be extremely tiring, and extremely irritating; particularly the fact that I have gone stone deaf in my right ear. I've stuck so much olive oil down there (meant to 'soften the wax'; if it is indeed wax) you could shove in a couple of leaves of lettuce, croutons and a boiled egg and you have the makings of a Caesear Salad (sooooooo sorry for that one; it's  widely acknowledged that a joke that bad can poison the brain if not released!).

.....at least I haven't lost my sense of humour......

I am genuinely worried about the training though; really can't afford to miss a week with the big day so close. At the moment, upping the training as I am every Sunday gets me to eighteen miles before tapering down (reduce the mileage a fortnight before the race to conserve energy); I feel I need to be at this level for that all important confidence boost. At this rate I fear I may be missing one, two, or all of my training and heaven knows what effect a setback like that might have (I think, 'bad' would be an accurate generalisation).

Plus I broke in a new pair of running shoes on Sunday and I have a STONKING blister to show for it (note to self, when first wearing a new pair of running shoes, do not take them on a fourteen miler!). Apart from all that everything is fine.

Still; it is what it is. When you're not well everything seems to be so much harder; and a marathon that a week ago seemed like a walk in Davenport Park  now feels like scaling Kilimanjaro; minor worries that can be laughed off now seem like insurmountable problems.

So what am I going to do? What I always do (and no, that isn't to hide in the corner of a room, in the dark, rocking back and forth until it all goes away), and that is to realise this won't last forever, to relax, and make a plan. I'm going to have tonight and tomorrow night off; then if I am able to walk, I will be going for a run. Okay, it might be a two minute one, but I will don the gear and at least keep my body on it's toes (metaphorically and literally), not to mention giving me the mental boost of at least having a go.

As for the long run on Sunday, I guess time will tell. If I'm feeling fitter I will give that a crack too, possibly go for a shorter one, or - perish the thought - give it a miss altogether. Like everything else, we'll take it one day at a time.