This cold is still hanging on. I’m grumpy and
blocked up and sulky. I’m not good to be around when I can’t go out for a run
to chill out. I’m being encouraged to run from all angles – I’m obviously
getting near the ‚She’s-Driving-Me-Barmy‘ stage, but my head feels like an
overstuffed pillow and I haven’t found a way to stop my nose running. I don’t
even think an applicator tampon stuck up each nostril will help. Although I may get the look of Arnie from
Total Recall when he’s pulling the locator from his nose ...
I’m tempted to go for a run tonight, but the
cold isn’t quite as bad as yesterday and I don’t want to bring it back ... as
though not going for a run is like a superstition. This cold WILL go away if I
just don’t run for a bit. Although my hands are freezing, but my back is
boiling hot. I think the run is off for today too ...
That’s five whole days.
I could be going for a long run. I could be
doing Zombies, Run! Intervals, I could be finding new hills to run up. And
down. Or listening to my new audiobook on the LSRs.
Instead I’m sitting here,
surrounded by snotty tissues. And stinky mugs of lempsip. (Well I assume
they’re stinky – I can’t smell them) And being grumpy
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