The life of a runner, mother, radiopharmacist and vicar's wife – that's me!
Help, it’s only 9 weeks until the Nottingham marathon. By now I should be deep into marathon training, long runs, quick intervals and tempo runs. I should be feeling like I’m always running. Sweaty running kit should be lying round the house and my legs should be beginning to feel a little bit tired.
Instead, I have a drawer full of clean kit, the running shoes are accumulating dust and I’m sitting on the sofa typing a blog. What is going on?!!
Excalibur and onwards
Things were going pretty well. About 5 months out I’d managed to pack in a few long runs. I got under 20 min for the 5k parkrun. I even did the Excalibur marathon in May – a crazy marathon in the hills of North Wales. If I could do that then running in Nottingham would be a doddle.
Then I went on holiday. It’s always a mistake to go on holiday, you relax, take the weight off your feet, spend time with the family and generally let down your guard. That’s when it struck.
It started as a general feeling of not being quite right. The run felt harder work than it should have done. Then my throat started to feel a bit sore, then I started to develop a temperature and, before I knew it, I was in bed with a full blown fever.
I haven’t really recovered from that. I did manage to get back into some kind of training at the end of June and I did the Saunders Mountain Marathon the first weekend in July with Anne but it was more like a long walk than a proper run. It was meant to be a proper run but a) I wasn’t really well enough and b) we had to carry all our stuff (about 5kg each) which might have been OK had it not been for the aforementioned point a). We made it round, I didn’t die and actually, I didn’t feel too awful. I thought that perhaps I was on the mend and that I could begin my marathon training in earnest.
I set myself a plan and started in hopeful anticipation that I would be able to achieve my goals. On Monday, the 800s didn’t go well. I was running downhill with a following wind but yet they were about the slowest 800s ever. Not to worry, it was my first fast session after several week’s break and just a few gentle training runs. Things didn’t improve, Tuesday’s run was slow and laboured and then by Thursday I really felt pretty awful. I had finally succumbed to the bug that my husband and son had had. That was a week and a half ago and I’m still not well. Basically, I’ve had about 2 weeks of running in 2 months.
So that is why I find myself sitting on the sofa, typing a blog, rather than out running those miles that I need to do in order to be confident that I can run 26.2 miles in 9 weeks time.
Why do I never recover?
It always takes me ages to get over whatever illness I have, somebody else can have something similar and get over it in a couple of days whereas it takes me a couple of weeks to get over these things. I was wondering why that was. Is there something wrong with my immune system? Is there something wrong with my diet? Why do I take so long to recover?
I think that I’ve finally found the answer – I’m a working mum!
How work has ruined my running
I’ve been ill for a week and a half but in all that time, I’ve only taken half a day off. I’ve still gone in every day. Why? Well there are a few reasons that I’ve identified:
How being a mum has ruined my running
It doesn’t matter whether their dad is sitting right next to them, the kids will still come and seek me out if they want something. Why do kids do that? I’m sure it isn’t just me who has that happening. Similarly, they could be playing quite happily downstairs and I’ll think, you know what? I’ll just go and lie down for a couple of minutes upstairs. No sooner has my head hit the pillow than there will be a child saying “can I have a drink?”, “can I have some paper to draw a picture?”, “can we go swimming?”
Then there are the household chores. It’s all very well saying “leave them” but if I don’t put the washing in the machine or hang it out or cook the food then all that happens is that we have a pile of dirty washing (or wet washing) and the kids end up eating rubbish while perfectly good food goes to ruin in the fridge.
So, I’m wondering if there is a solution to this problem. The good news is that from next week, I am changing my hours. I’m effectively going to be working 4 days but I’ll be squeezing all the hours into 3 days so that I have 2 days off each week. In return, we are getting a new technician at work starting on Monday who will cover for my lost hours and add some in too. I’m hoping that it will work out well for the department but more than that, I’m hoping it will work out well for me. Maybe I’ll even have time to go to the doctor and get a sick note! Hopefully I will get well and be able to pack in some training in the next 9 weeks. Wish me luck!
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