Sick!

My training week started with a great 8km run on Tuesday. Lesson learned, I took it very easy the first kilometers and only increased the pace once I had climbed the big hill half ways. 41 minutes and 28 seconds is still not anywhere near as fast as I want to be, but at least I completed without going through hell.

I then ran 5 kilometers on Wednesday morning and 6 kilometers Friday afternoon. Both runs went well and Friday I actually finished in 29 minutes and 59 seconds. This is equivalent to a pace of 12 kilometers per hour and that's the pace I hope I'll be able to muster when I run the Copenhagen Marathon in May. I might be aiming a bit high, but I am convinced that it is within my reach.

Sunday morning I had planned to run 11 kilometers. It never happened. The entire family was hit by some weird African virus late Saturday night and everyone from Oskar to me have had diarrhea mixed with waves of nausea, aching joints and extreme tiredness. At a point on Sunday, during a break from the toilet bowl, I briefly considered going for the run in the early evening regardless of how sick I felt. Just to prove to myself that I'm tough enough. A few moments later Oskar was screaming his head off. He had once again filled a nappy and this time it had leaked and soaked his trousers, socks and, somehow, also his t-shirt, with kaka. After cleaning him up it occurred to me that if I decided to run I would quite likely shit myself too. Plan abandoned.

Hopefully I'll be able to run Monday or Tuesday.