A Week Of Illness, Madness And No Running.
I wanted to run this week, but I knew quickly after last Sunday’s run that it wasn’t gonna happen.
Monday was the worst day as I felt the full effect of the cold but had no drugs to contain it.
Tuesday was still bad but I managed to go into work with a belly full of Day Nurse for a half day before discharging myself at lunch as the cough seemed to be hitting a peak.
Wednesday was a blur as I was drugged up and couldn’t remember getting into work in the first place. It’s difficult enough remembering the journey into work in the winter what with the sun never rising, but it was made worse by a cocktail of Covonia, Day Nurse, Night Nurse, co-codamol and Chewits.
Thursday, the cold receded and I really started feeling better but I was no mood to risk the cold coming back again. It’d be pointless recording 8 miles only to know that I would have to spend another fucking week coughing like a madman.
Friday was always gonna be a day of celebration being my last day in work of 2012 and the work Christmas party. True to form, I managed to drink, dance and damage my neck raving to motown classics.
Sometimes I wish I was a dour Presbyterian wanker who held himself together with some sense of decorum but the UK is filled to the brim with people who hold values for the sake of it without really knowing what they mean.
Besides there is no fun or dignity in being boring.
Regardless of how you conduct yourself in life you’re always just gonna be a bald ape on a rock orbiting around a big flame, so you might as well enjoy yourself.
We are by our nature foolish looking things.
It’s been a really fucking bad week for running, but I am now much better and will do my long-run tomorrow. Hopefully that is the last fucking time I ever catch the cold.