sat run 8 miles...might have to wait till next week

Friday came...the day before my long run...

Got up Friday morning, no work today woohoo! decided to eat my porridge as I hadn't eaten properly in 3 days.... didn't want to go back to bed as I'd already spent the previous day in bed so I decided to watch daytime tv... What a load of crap...mind boggling tv... I was already delirious from all the cold and flu tablets but watching jerry springer just tipped me over the edge...im not really a person for sitting down but what else could I do...then I watched Dr. Phil...then Sean The Sheep ( don't ask, it was quite deliriously funny...flu funny)...then another programme about doctors...at this stage I needed to be admitted to the psychiatric ward as I've never rolled my eyes so much and said ' what!' out loud...talking to myself at this stage was a bad sign so off I go into town to do my weekly shop...

Bad idea as I was parched and starved...was like a bunny rabbit with a trolley, my arms never got so much exercise, just fecked everything into the trolley...got a wave of tiredness and legged it home...tried to fight the tiredness but just conked...feck I've running tomorrow so it might do me good..got up at 7, ate a proper dinner and watched more tv...I hate being sick as I'm very bad at being sick...I constantly fight it and will only drop when physically I can't keep my eyes open...call it a stubborn streak or just mad cow disease....

Saturday morning..8 miles...woohoo...how bad can it be, did 7 last week so 1 more can't be that bad...

Got up at 7.30...ate my lumpy porridge...blew my nose a couple of times...surprised I didn't blow a blood vessel with all the blowing...drank 2 cups of tea...thoughts to myself ' must buck up if I'm going to run 8 miles'.....normally I get nervous before running but this time I didn't...

Roll on ten o clock... pulled into the aquadome car park..knocked back a gel for energy...mentally I was ready for it but the physical side was still deciding...missed 2 runs during the week and I had this notion that I would have to start from scratch...one minute walk one minute run ... that's if I missed the sat run so at this stage I had myself fully convinced that I could do it...loola...

Off we trot in swallow formation....head down..breathing was heavy...needed to blow my nose again but forgot my bloody tissues..plodded along...not my usual bouncy self...had new trainers on so it wasn't them...tried to focus but that mental trick wasn't working...got a mile down the canal,stopped to cross over the bridge....f$¥k felt dizzy... got going again and just knew that if I kept going I probably would be found in a ditch somewhere frothing at the mouth muttering ' have to do 8 miles,8 miles, 8 miles'.....

So I stopped....and at this stage I was so tormented cause I fought with myself all the way up the canal that I'll be fine...bottom lip gave way and the face went into bawling mode...nose dribbling...hiccups included....Catriona came up to me and rescued me with a tissue....thank god cause if anyone saw me they'd think what the hell!....the rest of the group carried on and I retreated to walk back to the car...the longest mile ever...I bawled again when I saw everyone's car in the car park...cause I should be out there running with the group-it's my bloody long run!

Just bawled all the way home....like a big baby....was delirious

my focus for the past few weeks has been toonavane hill and today was my day for getting up it...or so i thought...

The flu took a lot out of me and I chose to ignore it...I seriously did think that I could hurry up my flu by knocking back tablets galore but in actual fact it had to ride it own course...stupid really...

but wait for it....It gets better...

To cheer me up Catriona said she'll drive me up it just to get the feel for it in the afternoon...like a light bulb glowing over my head huh hmmm sher we could skip the 7 miles and just run up the hill...fantastic idea by moi! the nut-head....so off we go like fecking nutters.... armed with water belt to attack toonavane hill...we decide to park at the top and run down...and then run back up...2.4km up and down....

Mad I know but I needed a confidence boost... running up was tough and I only stopped once...I was so determined that hail rain or snow was I going up without a hitch...

And I did.... but skipped the 7 mile part....loola...had to get it out of my system...

what have I learnt? well flu pills don't bloody work and don't be so pig headed....oink...

P.S. and it hard to make me bawl...this running malarkey is taking over my life..in a good way...