Tuesday, 14 February 2012


I was struck down on Sunday morning by a bad dose of MANflu. I'd got a sore-throat, head-ache and a tight chest and it got worse and worse for the next three days. However, after getting up feeling truly awful this morning I think I might just now have seen the worst of it. I've not even thought about running since the Trog, especially after hearing tales recently of folk having weeks and weeks off after trying to run with a bad chest. Maybe a nice hot Valentine's Day curry later this evening with Stef will help?

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