Monday 12 October 2009

Misery

I've got some sort of a chest infection at the moment which means as well as coughing like a 60 a day smoker, my childhood athsma comes wheezing out of the cupboard to haunt me. I've now had this for over a week, I can't run, I can't ride and I'm miserable.

Some friends ran their first race this weekend (Herts 10K) which I'd been training like a bastard for and had to pullout of due to the aformentioned non functioning lungs and it was great to see them complete it and quickly start talking about what they're going to do next (Willow Foundation 10K in November) but god it sucks standing on the sidelines (wheezing) watching other people running when I can't.

This is an elaborate cold, how do people who used to be sporty and now have got something seriously wrong with them that stops them doing stuff, get up every morning? I like to think if the unthinkable were ever to happen I'd rise to the challenge and make a life for myself doing what I can.

But going on what a miserable pillock I am now after just one week I wouldn't hold out a lot of hope.