Cold Runnings

Ugh. My cold is officially A Cold and I am officially a boring person who bores everyone as if she were the only person in the world ever to have A Cold. I can only apologise in advance, and promise to avoid the word ‘mucus’.

It was more of a struggle than usual to get up at 6am for this morning’s 5 miles. As well as coping with the Cold, I had our cat Bill to contend with overnight. He had been granted special permission to sleep on the bed due to having a(nother) torn up face from fighting, so the combination of trying to curl around him and continuing to breathe out of my blocked nose didn’t result in the best night’s sleep.

Once out of the house though, I was sure that five minutes’ running would be enough to clear the passages (sorry) and make me feel better. Alas, it was not to be. The constant feeling that I was about to sneeze stayed with me for the whole run. I used a whole packet of tissues and exhausted my total supply of motivation. By the final mile I was running as if pushed from behind by a broom handle in the lower back, arms and legs flailing pathetically.

It was not a vintage performance. I managed, just, to keep my pace below 8 minutes a mile which, under the circumstances, is nothing to be sniffed at.

(Sorry)