I haven't posted here for a while so here is a brief summary of my recent life. Draw your own conclusions!
1 December to 15 December: A lot of running and a lot of partying with alcohol. Felt great.
15 December to 25 December: Slightly decreased levels of running and slightly increased levels of partying and alcohol etc. Felt not so good. Took some painkillers
26 December to 9 January: Mostly unable to get out of bed, although a couple of times I did get to the couch. Felt awful with collosal fatigue and nausea and brain fog and muscle pain. Took a lot of painkillers.
10 January: Felt a little better. Went to the office for the first time for a while. Continued to feel better in the evening and celebrated with a couple of beers and sent off my entry to London marathon.
11 January to 18 January: Felt quite a bit better, celebrated with an 80 mile week and several alcoholic drinks, staying up all night with friends etc. Continued going to the office etc.
19 January to 22 January: Felt quite a lot worse, general brain fog and sore muscles again. Gradually decreased ability to do any running. Felt a bit depressed and had a few drinks etc to revive my spirits. Continued going to the office and churning out e-mails and advising clients etc. Took a lot of painkillers.
23 January: Collapsed towards the end of my long run. Somehow walked final four miles home. Felt really bad.
24 January to 28 January: "worked" from home all week. Was probably professionally negligent, but so far nobody seems to have complained. Took painkillers every three hours. Tried to drink a lot of OJ. Extremely bad headaches and sore muscles and a weird brain fog.
29 January: Saw some doctors and got some tests for pretty much everything.
30 January to 20 February: Started going back to the office as symptoms became manageable, but continued to take painkillers every three hours. Got cabs to and from the office. Cancelled every non-essential meeting. Cancelled every social engagement apart from my grandmother's birthday. Got pretty depressed. Watched my friends and training partners race a couple of times. Got results of blood tests, which were nomal apart from low vitamin D. (London in the Winter: go figure.) Unable to sleep more than 3 or 4 hours a night. Wrote some curses in my training diary.
21 February to 28 February: Felt a bit better. Ran three times and tried to rest a lot too. Actually did some work in the office for once. Felt a bit more cheerful. Did a 10km in under 38 mins, it felt okay.
1 March to 15 April: Had a bad relapse. Then a brief remission. Then more repeats of this cycle. Didn't drink any alcohol etc and just watched a lot of tv. Didn't do any running. Considered becoming religious. Went to the office regularly and actually became a bit more conscientious with my career. Got through a packet of painkillers each day. Saw several more doctors, one of whom diagnosed me with chronic fatigue syndrome. Was informed that the only cure was cognitive behavioural therapy. Does this mean I am mental? (In a sense I'd rather there was something mentally wrong with me than physically. If my only problems are mental then I can probably live a normal life.)
16 April: Day before the London marathon. Felt a little better and jogged 3 miles.
17 April: Watched an incredible race at the London marathon. Mary Keitany is one speedy lady! There is actually no point feeling sorry for myself. Running isn't that important, and even my level of ill-health (which is surely my own fault anyway) is nothing compared to the suffering of many other humans!
18 April to 29 May: Little by little, I started to get better and start training again. I don't have time to write all the details of this recovery, there were lots of relapses but each one seemed shorter and less severe. Stopped taking pain-killers. Started gradually going seeing friends again. Still didn't have any alcohol. Gradually increased levels of training.
Monday 30 May to Sunday 5 June: I'm recovered! I might get a relapse or two again if I don't take proper care of myself but I think I can handle it. Mo Farah's 10,000m at Pre was inspiring. I got lucky with Olympic tickets. Actually did a pretty good training week, with 63 miles. I'm in the process of implementing a few life-style changes.
Yesterday and today: I think I might enter a marathon.
Everyone else seems to have been having good training which is great!