So I was sick with the flu for two weeks. Well, that’s a stretch. I was in bed for 5 days, and then upright but not feeling energetic enough to do anything for the rest of the time. Two weeks. And it felt like a lifetime. And I was actually worried that it would be 3 or 4 weeks before I felt normal again. And I was so upset that my training was being affected and I would have lost so much fitness in the time it took to recover.
I can’t believe how trivial that seems given the reason I’m training. I’m an adult and I’ve been sick before and I have a good understanding of training and recovery. I will admit that many, many times I reminded myself of how small my aches and pains were compared to what a child with cancer goes through. I was with my mum through her last months and days before cancer took her. I remember how little we could do to ease her physical discomfort and her confusion about what was to come next. I can’t begin to imagine a child being so sick and her/his parents being so vulnerable to the disease battling with their child. Where does their unworldly strength come from?
I have so much to learn from this experience and I’m so privileged to have been given the chance.