Coming back from our little great I was fully reinvigorated and ready to continue training. This was a good feeling, but not without tough moments. For instance some nights when I got back from work I’d crash out on the sofa and couldn’t conjure up enough energy to go train. It was often 21:00 before I had started training.
But I didn’t beat myself up for this, I embraced it as part of the process. I have started eating good clean food that isn’t processed and results are starting to pay off. My weight has consistently fell (nearly) every week since January. This feels good.
Last Monday I was firing up on all cylinders and swam 1500m after work. This felt great. It wasn’t long ago I could barely swim 300m. However, as I have come to expect now; I was bought back to earth with a bump. On Tuesday I felt ‘funny’ at work, didn’t think much of it until when I got home my chest felt tight. I did a LFT and yup! Covid!! Bloody typical. Weds and Thurs were spent in bed all day. I was gutted also as I’d promised to take Isaac and his friend to the Race Retro rally show on Sat.
So I’m forced to take it slower, still testing positive with a raspy sore throat and cough. I’m hoping I’m not left fatigued like so many report. Either way I guess I’ll be taking it slower this week.
Bipolar Ironman 