What Lies Beneath

Being all excited at two weeks off and only running/sleeping/slobbing to focus on I think I must've gone and jinxed myself. After a fine session at the track on Tuesday I was feeling very frisky indeed and ready for some serious training this week. All was going good, including the guilty pleasure of an afternoon trip to the cinema on Wednesday afternoon. I think the stop off at Ikea afterwards was the killer blow; the sofa bed purchase just finished me off. Shopping during holidays is really not good for you.

I've since spent the rest of this first holiday week in bed with some kind of sicky flu. Activities have included sleeping or shivering with some time slumped on the bathroom floor staring at the toilet bowl. I've literally done nothing else (except gawp at the telly, including the bonus showing of Close Encounters last night. A very sentimental weep-under-the-duvet kind of film). I now feel like a major space cadet and look all bambi-like trying to get up and down the stairs. I'm over the worst of  the lurgy now I think. I'm hoping the wussy wobbles will pass in time for me to get to the track again on Tuesday. I'm going insane with a duvet overdose; I need to breath some proper fresh air and see some sky. Poor M, he's had a dull week. 

On the bright side, local running mates will have noted some fantastically fast 10K times logged today at the Abbey Dash. Well done to all, including fellow blogger Tony over at Chasing Pavements. A brilliant run.