I went climbing yesterday. This morning, my climbing partner (who I was with) texted to say she had Covid. Then my son texted from his dads to say he’s off school with sickness. I was feeling depleted already - the Garmin confirmed the body battery is three quarters way to flat - on seeing the texts, my throat and eyeballs instantly felt scratchy.
I half-heartedly got ready to jog with the thought that if I’m going down with illness, it’s now or never (for a few days, anyway), and if I felt terrible, I’d stop.
The run was sluggish, from start to finish. I was released from any temptation to go faster by the knowledge I wasn’t in best shape. I stopped at 25 minutes on the dot and had to work hard to keep walking. I wanted to collapse in an heap like a biathlete over the finish line. I did start to feel a bit better as I kept walking, and after a hot bath, and a salmon and poached eggs dinner, I’m feeling ok-ish.
Anyway, it’s done. Keep… on… running…