I feel terrible. Streaming cold. One blocked nostril. Deaf in one ear. Head filled with cotton wool. Constantly sleepy. Can’t think straight. Wow — this is what George Bush must feel like all the time.
But apart from that interesting insight, the landscape is pretty grim from where I sit. At least it’s a reminder that I’m rarely unwell.
I usually run on a Tuesday, but thought better of it today. A nuisance, as this is supposed to be a week of good hard training before the mini-taper next week preceding the three half marathons. Ate loads of chocolate instead.
