I type this from my foam roller.
I kid you not – I really am trying to foam-roll-and-blog. Result is likely doing both half-heartedly, or giving up half-way through – but lets give it a shot.

This week has been less than productive.
Sunday – I felt fine – did recovery run, recovery swim, received the next week’s plan and was uber excited.

Around 7pm Sunday, I suddenly had headache and stomache ache, by 10pm I was asleep, only to be woken a couple of hours later feeling the need to reproduce everything I’d eaten that day. Monday passed in a blur of dizzy spells and nausea, and a little bit of jelly. I did feel ok for work by Tuesday, and pretty much got over the bug as quickly as it got under me – but it still ruined the week and normal energy levels seem to be taking longer than expected to return.

In the mean time, I have spent the time I would have been training trauling for gear. Being ill has the potential to be very expensive.
(pause : foam roll hip )

So – the plan went out the window, the week become an early recovery week. Hugely irritating considering how well it was going – but clearly no point trying to train when standing up and walking up the stairs feels like a mission. Munro got the bug a couple days later after popping over for the day – whoops *sorry*.

I went for a gentle ride Weds. Was told to do 1hr and *accidently* did 1hr40 of beautiful rolling hills. I nipped over the border into Kent and the lanes were so beautiful I got a but carried away on the road. On my head be it.

Thursday I did Tuesday’s swim session. I was training starved and really wanted a good session – but it didn’t really seem to be happening.

Friday – Royal wedding day – and local corrospondant Michelle Arthurs spent the day touring wedding parties on her bike. It was windy. Surrey is hilly. I visited party no1 – all was well. Except that most of the other parties were due to start about 4pm. Hours to kill. I expected to find streets rammed with people to chat to. Not the case – world = empty. So I took to the bike….
….Then it took me 44miles to find party no2 – in a teeny village (with a name : On-The-Hill) that i’d never been to before. The up-the-hill bit was deadly and I very much enjoyed rolling back down to party no3. Where I was accosted by – everyone. Party number 4 – I dipped out of tee-total land and enjoyed a drink. It’s been a while!
………..Frustratingly, total was only about 55-65 miles (forgot to restart garmin a few times) despite the fact I was touring from 9am – 4.30pm. Needless to say that knocked me a bit!

Saturday – Went for a little tootle with Munro and found myself getting hugely frustrated with the fact that legs just didn’t seem to want to work. Stopped to winge/moan/wimper – checked garmin and discovered I was actually travelling an average of about 1.5mph faster than usual despite vicious headwind. As this was meant to be a very easy recovery ride – decided to slap self on wrist, stop being a silly bugger and take it easy. Likely legs felt tired because they were out all day yesterday, even if they didnt cover many miles, and I was asking them to push it harder than average – likely to overcompensate for being tired.

Next week, I’m told we’re going to hammer it. So – today I am allowed a 30min run, but, to be honest – I think I’ve beaten myself up enough on this getting better/recovery week, and I may just take it off and prepare for tomorrow.

Lets hope i’m fully better.
By the way – haven’t foam-rolled since (hip )

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