Hindsight

Brain....not.....functioning.

I must apologise if this blog comes out in gibberish, I am currently not at my best.

Soooo, turns out I got things a little wrong yesterday. I mentioned last night about the tummy bug moving through our house. If I am honest I was feeling slightly smug that it wasn't me. I also mentioned that I had eaten so much food at morning tea that I hadn't eaten anything else all day.

Well, as it happens, my lack of appetite may not have been from my over indulgence, since no sooner had I finished writing about the tummy bug that it became my turn. Seems kind of obvious in hindsight, but then it often does.

My dose has been a lot more mild than others in the family, with less nausea and no vomiting, which is good because vomiting is on my list of less favourite activities. I did get an awesome dose of fever last night though. Like sitting on the couch in my warmest winter jacket type fever. Interestingly my wife was also feeling feverish, but she was at the opposite end of the spectrum, overheating, so she was on the couch in her underwear under the fan, while I was in my big jacket shivering. Ahhh, the memories.

Today the nausea and the fever have settled but I and have been feeling like I have been beaten with a stick all day instead. Actually if I had to quantify it, I would I feel like I have just raced a half Ironman. I still haven't really been able to eat much. I got breakfast down this morning, but that is about the only food I have managed in a touch over 24 hours. Food isn't making me feel worse anymore, I just don't have much appetite.

Needless to say I haven't trained today. Training today has been three sets of sitting very still and groaning softly to myself. I am not hopeful about tomorrow either. Experience with this bug has shown that it seems to clear fairly quickly. My daughter was mostly over it within 24 hours. My wife's version has been a bit more stubborn, with her still feeling pretty rotten 24 hours or so in, but it seems to have hit her harder than either me or our daughter. Based on that I am hoping that I start to feel like a normal proper human again sometime tomorrow, but I won't be forcing it. At the moment keeping two children out of harms way while both parents take turns feeling miserable is about all the effort I have energy for.

I have mentioned before that when it comes to being sick, there is a sort of nice clarity that comes with feeling truly awful. I think most athletes question themselves when they are unwell. 'How sick am I really', 'could I train'? But when you feel like walking is really more effort than you are up for, there is really no question about training. It takes the second guessing out of the picture and there is something a little liberating in that.

As frustrating as being ill is, it is much more so for my wife. She has had to pull out of a string of concerts last night and today that she has been rehearsing fairly hard for since the new year. I can appreciate how she feels, having had races ruined by illness before. Knowing that you aren't able to do something and not being frustrated by it are two very different things though.

For me though I am not overly bothered about this current bug. Well, okay I am bothered because I feel terrible, but I am not that bothered in a long term sense. When I get a cold, I usually see a week or two of sub-standard training in my future as the cold lingers and I remember fondly the times when I felt good. This time around though, being a tummy bug rather than a cold, this really should be a quick thing. It came on very quickly (over the course of an hour or so) and I suspect it will clear quickly too.

That is my plan anyway.

Although I am not sure anyone is asking my opinion.