Diary of what followed after I finally succeeded in completing a marathon just in time, before my 50th birthday.

Sunday 12 August 2007

HARD TIMES

Since 15 November: 116 hours 50 minutes, 1109.7 kilometers
Weight: 76 kilos

Been out of shape terribly. Since my 23k of two weeks ago, I've managed only 4 or 5k runs, incapable of getting any further. It's been very frustrating. Only yesterday I realised that it's probably connected to the chicken pox virus in our family (Sanna had it, Chui Hsia has it now big time). The ongoing eye infection I've been suffering from is a sure sign that I too have something under my skin.

So today I told myself that if I was not able to complete six laps in the park (11.4k) I would definitely not run Wednesday's half marathon in Zaventem. Which would be a pity, because Zaventem is where we move to in October. I finished my task with great relief, and with a fair bit of breath to spare.

Wednesday it is, then. Provided Chui Hsia is fit enough to look after Sanna for a couple of hours.

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