If I'm being honest, I haven't enjoyed the long Sunday run for about a year.  Injury worries seem to be exacerbated when running slowly, so it's always a slog.  So I wasn't looking forward to today.  Adductor was still sore, chest has been very sore and I'm always very aware of the achilles.  Plus I had a sore throat and slight headache with a cold coming on, and the only time I could get out was 1pm on a beautiful sunny day with the temperature up at 28C.  However, there was no way I was going to miss it after last weekend's effort.
Despite that, I felt great from the word go.  I ditched the crap shoes yesterday and bought a pair of Brooks Infiniti and they felt brilliant.  The adductor was still sore for the first 10km but gradually eased over that time so that I could barely feel it.  I was running just under 4:30's but felt bouncy and was enjoying it.  That was, until I hit 20km.  I was then desperately thirsty but the nearest bubbler was 3kms away.  I slogged my way there with the kms blowing out to 4:50's and then ran from bubbler to bubbler hovering around the 5:00 per/km mark.  Eventually got back covering 28.69km in 2:13:06 (4:38's).  Could barely stand up, shivering and alternating between feeling hot and cold.  Tried to drink but immediately felt sick.  I think I've just made the virus a lot worse than it would otherwise have been, but wouldn't have done it any differently.  At least I didn't pull out.
 
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