Half marathon coming up in a lil’ more then a weeks time. I’ve had a sore throat since I came back from Spain after that damn weekend in Stockholm wearing summer clothes when the autumn weather had already hit the country pretty hard. I do not know if I feel like screaming or if I actually feel quite emotionally distant to whatever is going to happen now.
If it gets better I will probably not be able to run at the level I have been training for, as I’ve lost the last three weeks of preparation. If my throat do not get better, I wont run, and then.. Well then I have not done a thing in waste [how I console myself], but I will be fairly annoyed by the situation.
The only thing I do pray for is that I wont get a cough, that I wont get a cough that continues and lasts for four months. That I will have to use morphine again to get some sleep and to numb the pain from my throat. Let me keep my cilium this autumn, please please please. I do not want last year to go in repeat. Just thinking about how exhausting it was makes me wanna lie down and sleep for a whole day. Atleast I have learnt my lesson and this time I wont try and work through it. The power woman title is something I will happily hand over to somebody else.