So on to week 4 and getting back in to training (or that's what I had hoped). On Monday I felt pretty awful again. I had agreed to coach an early morning outing and so did just that. Cycling around and shouting in the cold really did nothing for my health and as soon as I got back to a bed I lay down and next thing I knew it was evening. Another day illness has stolen from me. On Tuesday I felt a bit better so I went for a run. A standard 8km, and it was surprisingly fast. I appear to be back on form; maybe I'm finally kicking this illness.
Or so I thought... Wednesday brought yet another round of feeling really quite awful. Lots of sleep and I managed to make it out to the Fireworks display Cambridge always run. A nice early night and maybe I'd start to feel better.
Come Thursday I started to feel a touch better. By the evening I even felt well enough to train again. This time it was back to an old nemesis of mine, the erg (rowing machine for those non-rowers). I certainly wasn't as fit as I was at my peak (quite far from it) but the damned things were still as awful as ever.
In my keenness at being better I made a rather gaping error in judgement. I agreed to row an early morning outing, on a side I'd never rowed before (well once when I was 15). (For non-rowers, since each person only has 1 oar it means you have to row on one side or the other, I'd stuck doggedly with the same side for 7 years...) It was surprisingly fun but pretty painful as the load was put through my weak, injured shoulder. D'oh! Also I do not miss 6 am alarm clocks. Why did I ever trial...
Anyway I found myself very sore for the weekend and this pain had done my back no good. As such I made the decision to take the weekend off lest I mangle my shoulder up again. Over the course of the weekend I went to London with my girlfriend to head to her home for a big bonfire that weekend. Unfortunately it was so rainy we just stayed in and watched movies. On the Sunday I went back home and went with my dad to Aldi to pick up a couple of useful things. Turns out they recently had cycling gear. I picked up a lot of decent stuff for extremely cheap prices. I have to say I was impressed. Also, since we'd been in London on the weekend we decided to visit the poppies at the Tower of London. It was a very moving exhibit, especially once we took the time to think about the numbers of people who died in terms of things we could grasp (class sizes at school, size of our year at college, size of the whole University of Cambridge...) It was powerful to think so many people our age had suffered so greatly. I would love to include a photo, but I was so moved I didn't think to take one (nor did it feel right in the circumstance with so many shouts of 'smile for a selfie'). Sorry about that, instead have a photo of a classic car we saw driving over London Bridge.
Until next we meet,
Jon
Or so I thought... Wednesday brought yet another round of feeling really quite awful. Lots of sleep and I managed to make it out to the Fireworks display Cambridge always run. A nice early night and maybe I'd start to feel better.
Come Thursday I started to feel a touch better. By the evening I even felt well enough to train again. This time it was back to an old nemesis of mine, the erg (rowing machine for those non-rowers). I certainly wasn't as fit as I was at my peak (quite far from it) but the damned things were still as awful as ever.
In my keenness at being better I made a rather gaping error in judgement. I agreed to row an early morning outing, on a side I'd never rowed before (well once when I was 15). (For non-rowers, since each person only has 1 oar it means you have to row on one side or the other, I'd stuck doggedly with the same side for 7 years...) It was surprisingly fun but pretty painful as the load was put through my weak, injured shoulder. D'oh! Also I do not miss 6 am alarm clocks. Why did I ever trial...
Anyway I found myself very sore for the weekend and this pain had done my back no good. As such I made the decision to take the weekend off lest I mangle my shoulder up again. Over the course of the weekend I went to London with my girlfriend to head to her home for a big bonfire that weekend. Unfortunately it was so rainy we just stayed in and watched movies. On the Sunday I went back home and went with my dad to Aldi to pick up a couple of useful things. Turns out they recently had cycling gear. I picked up a lot of decent stuff for extremely cheap prices. I have to say I was impressed. Also, since we'd been in London on the weekend we decided to visit the poppies at the Tower of London. It was a very moving exhibit, especially once we took the time to think about the numbers of people who died in terms of things we could grasp (class sizes at school, size of our year at college, size of the whole University of Cambridge...) It was powerful to think so many people our age had suffered so greatly. I would love to include a photo, but I was so moved I didn't think to take one (nor did it feel right in the circumstance with so many shouts of 'smile for a selfie'). Sorry about that, instead have a photo of a classic car we saw driving over London Bridge.
Until next we meet,
Jon
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