...and it's all downhill from here...
I have just re-read Nigel's diary entry entitled 'T-I-R-E-D', and he's actually talking about me, I'm convinced of it.
Out for a 4-miler yesterday that didn't even touch the sides, a pleasure and a breeze. Then just
that entry got me thinking how I'm actually coping.
Sure I feel tired, my wife has just come down with a cold, and I've been sneezing all afternoon
Part of me wants a cold to get it over with by 7/11, yet the other part says I should avoid everyone at all costs!
The running I have left to do is not a worry, 8 miles this coming weekend? Pah! I spit on that distance now.
If indeed I last.
By the way folks, there's still chance to sponsor me online. I'm getting tantalisingly close to my target now (although I have to deduct gift-aid to be accurate), but all I need is one small shove...