Flu and then a chest infection meant I had been bed bound for the past few months. I knew I wasn't well and needed the time off but I just couldn't help having itchy feet. The desire got the better of me and I ended up going for runs when I thought I had recovered from the flu. The runs felt crappy and I couldn't understand why I was not pushing towards 7k like I was before I got the flu. I thought I was making good progress towards 10k and it was as if all my efforts in previous weeks are being rapidly rolled back. And then to make matters worse, it seems running in the cold had inadvertently caused a chest infection that would not go away.
Those weeks of being away from running was much harder than I had ever imagined. I worried about a lot of things whilst lying in bed sick, like problems my absence is causing at work or that there weren't signs of me getting better and such. But most of all, I was anxious and upset that I couldn't go running. Despite having weeks off thinking about it I can't describe what it is that I miss.
It's been about three months since I first came down with the flu and I am pleased to find that I have been able to go for two short runs this week (3.5k and 4.5k) and they felt GREAT. I don't feel triumphant or joyous as such, just great and made me realise I've missed it so much.