I’ve left updating a little while – I was busy passing 90words per minute shorthand, and taking to 100wpm exam which was today. So, exam over for a little while, I’m taking an evening off falling asleep with my head in my notes to let you know I’m still alive.
I didn’t feel entirely alive over the weekend. In fact, I pretty much passed out before the 9oclock watershed on Friday night and proceeded to wonder around in a bit of a daze all weekend. Being a journalist on calls, actually, I ended up working too, which was a struggle but worth it. Regardless – I couldn’t have got on a bike, or in a pool, or gone hurtling through the lanes past Priory Park.
In the past, I’ve always tried to train regardless of physical condition, provided I’m not risking injury or actually being sick. Sore throat? Train anyway. Snotty nose? Train anyway. This time, I just texted coach, explained the dizzy, sore throated, energy lacking sorry tale, and we agreed I take a weekend off. No better by Monday morning – so I took Monday off too and by the end of it I was feeling almost alright. Coach and I agreed no swimming (germ heaven) but turbo in the morning could be allowed, as long as I was feeling better. A good dinner down me – and I went to bed at an anti-social hour.
On Tuesday, I pretty much leaped out of bed. And did my turbo session, went to work, then ran as planned in the evening. Wednesday I was back in the pool and today I bikerun brick-ed it.
Where in the past, colds have always lingered with me for well over a week, this one was pretty much dissipated in three days. Three days or rest.
I don’t really need to highlight the lesson here, do I?
Certainly, for me: Lesson Learnt.