It is Saturday and I have done absolutely no form of training since swimming on Monday night.
Over the weekend, I felt a little tired, a bit run down and generally not 100%. By Monday my throat felt a bit like it was stuffed with some sort of pain-inducing cotton wool (no, I don’t understand the chemical make-up of such a substance either).
I went swimming anyway but by Tuesday I was no better and enjoying the wonder of dizzy spells, and by Wednesday I admitted defeat and spent the day in bed. I’m pretty much on the mend now but I still sound like a husky dog on the loose, and energy continues to be sapped completing the most menial of tasks.
Now, in the past, I have continued to train provided I am not actually vomiting. I don’t think I’ve had a week of nothing at all since I discovered running, in the second year of uni. (That gives a clear indication as to why I never actually got any better at it…).
This time, I have been ordered an entire week off. I am doing nothing until Monday.
Enforcing this on my self would have been an absolute fail, but being told to rest is a bit different.
The strangest aspect of it is the total lack of hunger. I am used to eating lovely big portions and snacking – well – most of the time. I am starting to understand the total confusion (and slight irritation) of certain family members when I visit home and clear out the cupboards.
A good 10mile run, 50/60mile bike ride or a 3k swim in the morning leaves you reaching for the kitchen every hour or so. Annoying/frustrating as constant hunger is, I like food and being full up is oddly disappointing.
The week off does feel pretty necessary though. I’ve also been (slightly) haunted by (the faintest of) achilles pain (you can tell I don’t want to talk about that…).
Getting ill and injured in quick succession is probably a sign that something isn’t right, or your pushing yourself a bit too hard. Coach kindly pointed out 1% under-trained beats 1% over-trained.
I suppose the lesson here is learning when to stop, and listen to the warning signs. Dedication is one thing, but being blinkered and blind to the obvious signals that your body is about to give way is not dedication, it wavers more towards stupidity.
Despite knowing the rest is smart, I can’t help being a bit nervous – with just over a one week until MKtri, which has been my goal race since the start of the year – I’m a bit concerned about how things are going to go.
The hope is, I can be fully sorted and ready to go by Monday, get a few decent sessions in, before easing off towards the end of the week.