Oups… Raynard is finally racing…
The decision to pull out will only be made during the race. Still praying for a miracle, or looking for a virgin to sacrifice.
Complete story here. He was one of the favorite and he is the proof that they pushing their body limit.
Unfortunately for me, I’ve been dealt one of those hands once again before a major race. The last 3 weeks have been a constant battle between my body and mind, trying to stay on track, and get the training that needed to be done out of the way. In the end, the body won. My mind just couldn’t keep forcing my body to do what it was protesting against each and every session, and when I was eventually forced to quit a training session half way through, I had to concede that something was wrong.
After a few days off from training I tried to ease back into it, but the physical signs were no better. Still I tried to push on, until the third day back when I cut another run short and barely made it home before collapsing.
All the signs point towards a virus. Sore, stiff, aching muscles, constant headache, dizziness, constant fatigue – but until a blood test is done, we won’t know what is going on. And by the time I get home I’ll be too angry and depressed to care about blood analysis.
So unless there is a quick island cure (like smoking some ‘erbs, or tossing a virgin into the smouldering belly of the volcano), it looks like the island has got the better of me once again. The love, hate relationship I have with this place continues. Love to race here, but hate training here as something always seems to go wrong.