My point: I've been annoyed a few weeks with the mix of Arizona and pollution. A cocktail that is affecting me as ever. Saturday was spent with sinusitis, headache and, worse, unable to sleep.
And on Sunday I had to accompany the two on the average Rafas Fuencarral. You go, Medija. You already missed the Getafe and it's going to run slowly.
So I went. The first few miles were great: At 4'45''and with the beats down well below normal. Albeit with a tissue for runny nor is plan. But as I progress, I am realizing that something is wrong. I'm sweating more than normal. Interestingly slopes give me a break. The margin of pulses can not give me the song. But in the rush down the Rafas. And I can not. My legs begin to squeeze tight and I start to get cold. Decide the pace down a bit but I'm going to get worse. Upon returning to the slopes of the last three miles the picture is typical of a marathon. I start to have cramps in the quadriceps and abdominals. The Rafas encourage me and I continue but only at much lower pace. I get to the finish in 1h 47 ', ice cream and beginning to tremble, with abdominal cramps, come on, a picture. I'm "running" the car because I notice I'm starting to get sick. Since
bed, coughing and fever in equal parts.
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