I had a bad night's sleep last night. Most nights, I sleep like a log. Last night I woke up every couple of hours because the back of my throat had turned to sandpaper.
I clung hopefully to the idea it was a hangover from the very dry athletics track we raced on last night during the mile of miles event. My friend and ace endurance runner Sue ran before me and came back gasping for water, explaining that from the first 100m her mouth has gone so dry she could hardly swallow. I had exactly the same experience and oddly it got worse after drinking water so that for an hour after finishing I was coughing and losing my voice. It was a warm evening and maybe the athletics track gives off excessively dry air, which, coupled with running fast makes your lungs work harder than normal.
Anyway, it was great fun, the atmosphere was brilliant with everyone roaring everyone else on. There were lots of our friends there from other running clubs so we had plenty of jokes about consorting with the enemy and what kinds of tactics might be employed to win (subtle but effective use of elbows were suggested by my friend Neil who was running the same time slot as me but for a different club. He is trying to get his Parkrun PB to under 25 mins before he reaches 70 and the clock is ticking on that one. He's great, such an inspiration). Elder Statesman Derek was handing over to me so we had a brief practice of how that would happen. Thank God there were no batons involved as I haven't done a relay since I was a kid and I was petrified I would drop it. We had to touch hands instead so it was fine.
In the end, our A team ran a storming collective time (M clocking an awe-inspiring 5:26 minute mile) but couldn't reach the top three placed clubs. Our B team was brilliant too. I managed to clock a 7:06 minute mile time, which I was pleased with, and came second in the team behind Trev who beat me by 7 seconds. I think I could have sneaked in under 7 minutes but for the last minute panic that I'd miss-counted the laps and thought I had another one to go so slowed down, only to hear buddy Peat yell from the sidelines "run to the finish!".
Unfortunately, it isn't a dry throat that I've woken up with this morning. It is a Full On Sore Throat. Arghhhhh! And the half marathon's only a couple of days away! Arghhhh! Poor L keeps apologising, as it's probably the offspring of his cold, but it's not his fault- it's just life. There's not a lot you can do.
I haven't entirely given up hope of being able to run, it all depends on how I'm feeling. I'm resting up and stuffing myself with echinacea, cranberries, green vegetables and chicken soup. I'm not quite at the whiskey stage yet and sadly can't do honey or lemons as neither like me. The worst-case scenario is missing this one and finding another to run in the next couple of weeks. Luckily, it's half marathon season and there are plenty around, unluckily, there aren't all that many interesting trail marathons and I'd much rather do that than a road one. Maybe I'll at least start it so I can say I gave it a go, and crumble back to the start if my body gives up on me! Oh well, it's part of the joy of running to occasionally have to alter plans when things go awry.
I will keep you posted :o)