Scuppered, Again

It was all going so well.

I think my Meniere's has once again reared its ugly  head. I was clocking up the miles and feeling great. A little sore in the limbs and a familiar twang on my coccyx reminding me of its presence, but I was upping the distances and feeling confident. Group 6 is my ideal running group, the leader's pace perfect for mine and I was enjoying running with the group once more. This week as we crossed a wooden bridge I was towards the back of the pack, lots of feet in front of me could not run in sync and as I got about half way across I thought my world was going to fall down around me. My balance left me and I had to quickly grab the rail and hang on for dear life until the bridge became mine alone. Panic began to surface, I forced it back and took some deep breaths.

Being a strong believer of not allowing Meniere's disease to win I put my head down and ploughed on. Concentrating hard, one foot in front of the other, falling into step with the leader got me back on track.  Strangely, as mentioned in the past, sometimes I can't walk in a straight line but running is usually fine and I had no further problems and completed the run including a sprint (of sorts) finish.

Usually after running I am starving within a couple of hours but not this time. I didn't want to eat and couldn't eat. The dreaded nausea set in and lasted for about three days. Not being able to eat very much at all made my after work run on Thursday slow and hard, Gill kept me going and I was determined to make my body understand that it is able to run on an empty tank and when tired. During the night I kept waking, my temperature either soaring or chilled and every little bit of my entire being hurting. My ear is still very painful at times and my hearing has taken another knock.

I missed my Friday wind down from work run, I missed the Saturday Parkrun and I missed my planned Sunday long run. I decided there was no point trying to put my trainers on until I felt better. I really couldn't risk triggering a full blown attack. My MD has been in a very good phase, bothering my life very minimally and if I have anything to do with it that's exactly where it will stay.

I think the nausea has eased off, I think my aches are nearly gone. My plans keep having to change but I'm not giving up, not yet.

I have a goal, I WILL achieve it.