Unfortunately, when it comes to training, this weekend has not quite panned out as planned. If any of you recall, my son was sick the day before last weekend's race. I said more then once that I just hoped that I didn't get sick before the race. I could handle it after, but please not before.
So, I suppose I asked for this...
The past week was mediocre as far as training was concerned. I got some decent training in, but felt like I was fighting exhaustion all week. I started thinking we had dodged the bullet and my son probably had food poisoning rather then something contagious. Then my husband came down sick on Wednesday. Crap.
Ever the optimist, I carried on ignoring the possibility that I could get it too. Ignoring the signs. Then Friday, a day where I was exhausted and tried to use excess coffee to compensate, I arrived home to find that my daughter was sick. And I knew. In fact it was so clear to me that I headed out for a quick shopping trip so that I could get it done before I got really sick, since my husband was still kind of sick.
It was time to pay the piper.
So, rather then training all weekend, I spent one night violently ill and two days in bed. No four hour bike ride. No swimming, no running. On the plus side, I had done my long run during the week, so at least that wasn't missed.
Just trying to keep things in perspective. Trying to remember that a little bit of lost training won't be the end of the world. Even if I'm lying in bed rather then getting close to my highest training volume of the year.
Because at least I wasn't sick right before my race.
Ironically, I think this is becoming a habit. I seem to get sick after big races - consistently. I just need to remind my body that this wasn't the big race, so I'm hoping it will hold off before getting sick again...