Training through illness

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July has been a busy month, with moving and my trip to Belfast, yet I’ve been doing quite well with actually getting the miles in this month. And Here we are at the end of July, the weather is more akin to that of the end of October and I think this combined with my ability to never stop has left me with the dreaded summer cold. 
I woke up on Sunday with a terrible sore throat. However I had not gone for drinks as invited on Saturday night, specifically so I could get up and go for a long run on Sunday. So even though I knew what might be coming, I got up at 10 (still catching up on sleep from the previous two nights  graduation based frivolities) and I ran 10 miles outside. The weather was actually ok, sunny but not hot and it was windy. I did this in 1.37 odd. I’m fine with this, I’ve still got plenty of time to train and that was the furthest I’d run since the half marathon back in May. It was more important to me that I did not stop to walk, than push myself to be fast. 

Then on Monday the throat felt worse. No problem, plenty of liquids consumed, got some powerade for my run and put away 5 miles on the treadmill, 4 easy pace and the final faster. The sore throat was fine, I just had to have more liquid than normal. 
Tuesday was a slightly different story. I barely slept on Monday night from having a blocked nose now too. I had to load up on lemsip capsules, taking 6 during the day. I was very grumpy for 8 hours at work, but I felt fine to run. In fact I ran 7 miles fartlek quite happily. It was arguably the best I felt all day. 
My right calf was complaining a bit during that last run though, so I took Wednesday off. I went shopping for some holiday stuff, then came home, did a covering letter for a job, and made dinner (Homous, falafel and spinach baguette, yum) then relaxed for a bit. Tomorrow I will be back on it (it being the treadmill assuming this rain keeps up) and raring to push through this silly cold… Here’s to hoping ‘sweating the cold out’ is a thing! 

Here is a picture of some feet in Northern Ireland at the giants causeway. Because feet are used to run and I mentioned my trip in this post. Super relevant.  

 

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I caved and joined the gym

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Ok so I’ve been back in my beloved Leeds now for nearly a month. It’s been great and I am never leaving again. My running, however was almost non-existent. During freshers I’m not sure that can be helped, all time not at work was mandatory to be spent in bed.

I made it out for a run once, with the Abby dash looming over me, and the spirit of Leeds uni vs Leeds met (or Beckett as they have now decided) making me want to do some sporting activity, I set off. It was nice and autumnal, I ran round a pretty area of Leeds, with big houses and fallen leaves aplenty. It was nice, but the glorious autumn sunshine has rapidly since disappeared, to make way for grey gloom and endless rain. Action had to be taken.
On the plus side, all this rubbish weather means it’s fancy hot drinks season, and as I don’t have a relevant running picture, please enjoy the pumpkin spice latte I indulged in yesterday.

And so, despite my rant earlier this summer, I joined a gym. But you hate treadmills? Yes, that is true, but in this weather it seems to be treadmill or nothing in my brain. I’ve had my gym membership for a week and been 3 times covering a total of 10 miles so far. Not amazing, but a vast improvement on no running at all! And for Β£10 a month for all access membership I really can’t afford to complain. Plus going to a new gym is kind of exciting, and I’m sure the novelty will wear off. I’m generally impressed with the exercise4less chain, but I haven’t had time to go buy a padlock for the free to use lockers yet, so I do lament spending 20p every time I go on a locker! Alas, I will survive. So for now, it’s onwards and upwards!

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