Benched

I'm feeling a little sorry for myself, writing this at 30 minutes past midnight when I should be fast asleep by now!
I've had a sore throat all week, and politely ignored it... trying to get on with my weekly tasks. OK, I have to admit I didn't manage great, what with my rubbish attempt at the interval session on Tuesday and a general lethargic feeling that I mistook for lack of motivation for the rest of the week.

I emailed William and asked if it might be an idea to not do any training today so I would be OK for tomorrows long run, and got an email back saying to forget training for a few days until I'm back feeling OK and that the hard work is done and not to go and spoil it all now.

I read the email as I was starting to feel a lot better, however within about 2 hours I was complaining of feeling cold and was donned in my winter woollies as Graeme wandered around in a t-shirt.
I have got progressively worse and after taking paracetamol, vitamin C, otrivine and now a cup of ginger twist tea... I am hoping that in half an hour I will be able to sleep.

It's been such a stressful week. I don't blame training for the run down feeling... extraneous circumstances have done it instead. I now have until Thursday off work, so I can at least try and get some rest and recuperation.

Paul definitely isn't doing Fleetwood marathon with us, and I think Graeme is relieved. Graeme really was determined to give up running because he felt like it was starting to become a competition between them...a competition he wanted no part of. I don't understand it myself, I personally don't give a damn who beats me (which is probably a good thing... if I worried about that, I'd have had to give running up after only a month of starting).
The sad thing is, Paul is a great runner. I've told him I think he's a great runner and he will only get better. I suppose it's just in some peoples' nature to be vehemently competitive... after all, where would the likes of Paula Radcliffe be if there wasn't competitiveness in the world? Maybe I would be more that way inclined if I was a faster runner? I dunno! I'm more interested in beating myself to be quite honest.

So, there is an air of discontentment around here, and I feel like I'm wading through an air of thick fog... or at least my head feels that way.