Twenty-one days ago we had a visit from one of Aoife’s friends – an aid worker stationed in Sierra Leone – so when I fell ill on Monday night, we were quick to joke that the Ebola had hit. When local man Juju Jay fell ill (albeit with entirely different symptoms!) it was clear that we had a Laragh Fever on our hands! I finally arose from my Bed of Lazarus today and thought “I feel ok for a dying man.”
The first symptom of the Laragh Fever seems to be a rising disinterest in coffee – especially noticeable for those abusive consumers of caffeine like yours truly.
Ironically, I had just started a 5-day caffeine break – just to give the system a rest and prove to myself I’m not a junkie. So when I began getting a head-ache I put it down to the usual recession symptoms. It’s possible caffeine might prove to be a cure for the ‘Laragh Fever’ but I never tested this proposition.
Other than that the illness seems so benign that it might be one of those Big Pharma have manufactured in their laboratories – just enough fever to feel incentivised to buy some symptom treatment (I went for the couch instead) but no other symptoms. A real ‘dry fever’ turning healthy middle-aged men into boiling, lingering domestic zombies. A few night sweats left the impression that perhaps this could be terminal after all but once I noticed that I had lost no appetite at all (how strange for a flu), the zombie-metaphor began to sound disconcerting?
is this still a running blog?
Is there a running-related point to this? Well, performance is not the same as health but it rests on a foundation of good health. As another twist of fate, I was meant to travel to the Mournes today to participate in the Mourne SkyLine race tomorrow. That is now out of the picture. More telling: I am not particularly sad about it. I signed up in a spur of the moment without checking in with myself that I had the time to commit to the training. I didn’t. There’s a few pieces of advice I’d give runners who want to put themselves and their training at the forefront: 1) don’t coach, 2) don’t work two jobs and 3) don’t found a start-up (until you’re done with yourself).
It’s ironic I get out and run pretty much every day – but that’s not actually that hard. What’s hard is to put in a focused workout that is just the right level of load for your current fitness (that means you need to know that) and that you can recover from within your current life circumstances before you do another such session. Someone asked me the other day: “When will you race again.” I answered before I’d have time to think about : “I’ll be racing when I’m working one job again, instead of two, whenever that will be.” Thinks might pan out in entirely different ways and I might just be trying to throw everyone of the scent of what I’m really doing here – well I suppose the real answer should have been what my dad told my mother one night when she asked when I’d be home from a party I was going to when I was about 17. ‘Well see him when we see him.”