Thanks for all your well wishes, but when I said I was feeling better, I meant I was feeling a little bit better – but still not very well. I went to work on Monday, but that might have been a mistake, because in the evening I felt like poop, and went pretty much straight to bed. I got up at 8 to watch Manchester City in the FA Cup quarter final. I had high hopes for this game. We had been waiting 15 years to reach that stage in the competition, and it was clearly our special year. Well, 90 minutes later we lost 2:1, the cup is over for yet another year, it will probably take another 15 years to get that far and I was feeling suicidal.
Niamh slept with Cian in the guestroom, and I had the first uninterrupted night of sleep since, well, I can’t remember, and slept for 9 hours solid. I felt better (still not recovered), and decided to take the day off work. By now I’m worried. It’s only 5 days to the race, and if I’m not better with 48 hours, the marathon will be going ahead without me.
In the last 12 months, I've been sick three times: the week before I ran the Belfast marathon, one week after the 3-country marathon, and now one week before the Connemara marathon. Niamh says it's psychosomatic. I say it just sucks.
Two ibuprofens just made me feel a lot better, but that’s just covering up the symptoms, not curing it. Send good vibes into my general direction, maybe it will help.