Man Down

The absolute worst time, in my opinion, when you're used to be being up and about regularly (as I kind of am) is being ill. I'm sick. I'm not going to die, it's a cold/flu but it's enough to knock the stuffing out of me enough to (among other things:

• Keep me off work and;
• Keep me from exercise.

This is frustrating. Highly frustrating, especially after being particularly happy with my long run Sunday. However, shortly after the run I started feeling a little... funky... and I spent Monday in work coughing and staring at my screen blankly with a headache.

Come Tuesday morning and... man down. I was of little use to anyone. Throat was sore, head hurt and the usual. I also swung between feeling sick and starving randomly, to the point where a trip to get cold n flu tablets ended up with me buying a wheelbarrow full of rubbish food, because I quite fancied it!

Today is Wednesday and well, it's more of the same. My throat still feels like it's being pincered from both sides, my head still is far from clever and I'm sat on my charming red settee typing this not out in work, or running, or in the gym...

No running club tonight either. I'd be found 10 minutes into the session, dead against the side of the road. It's not the future.

Can't help thinking the entire time though, I'm losing a bit of fitness, a bit of strength (I'll leave you do the jokes here). But ill running will probably make me worse. So I'll just sit here, getting even fatter until I can swallow properly again, then try and catch up.

I rock the pajamas look anyway.