Yes, training’s great fun, and even more so when all you want to do is to get out there in a bid to take on your personal best and smash it. That positive, go getting feeling is great, and when a new PB’s in the bag, it’s even better. But on the days when you’re physically depleted, or the weather is rubbish (or worse, a combination of the two) then it’s very definitely not fun!
Such a day happened to me last week. I’d had some sort of pesky virus that knocked me off my feet the week before - it went something like a throat that felt like I’d swallowed a lighted torch, lungs full of green slime, a high temperature, and a banging headache……..lovely, NOT!! But, the temperature subsided and the Doc had given me a foul tasting bottle of fluid to gargle with which he told me was not only an anti-bacterial, but also contained a local anaesthetic. And so, given that I subscribe to the school of ‘kill or cure’, and thinking that I felt quite a lot better, I hit my local running track to try to put my 10k training back on the radar. Mmmm, perhaps not the best move because the cinder track was water logged with melting snow, and so it was like running on sand (energy sapping, even when you’re on top form). But I’d also seriously over-estimated my post-virus energy levels. The result: 15 minutes of sheer persistence, but I felt as though my lungs had been surgically removed without anaesthesia, and I was making the most unholy racket in an attempt to breathe! I was grateful there was no one else there to witness this very sorry sight.
Ah well, lesson learned, but I still have a 10k to do on Easter Sunday, so I’d best get back out there and try again 
