Sometimes it seems that if you tell something so definitely to the universe, it will give you a middle finger.
I will not fall short in week 6. I will battle through to the end. I pretty much chiselled this on stone tablets.
Yesterday, I woke up confused and utterly fatigued - not running related, way beyond that. And then apparently I went down like a shot goose and had some kind of fit / seizure, bruising anything that flapped on the hard floor. Never had anything like this before and no apparent rhyme or reason why I should start now.
I know what you’re thinking, why does it always happen to the good guys? It’s because I took the piss out of God’s beard I think. Or the time I high-fives a Buddha statue. Or when I laughed at a dog walking into a lamppost.
I’m currently in AMU and under observation, and BORED. If you’re considering having a seizure, don’t. It’s crap.
Can’t run, can’t drive, can’t waltz (couldn’t anyway), can’t go home, can’t relax.
Happy running you lot. Do a lap for me.