For the last four or five weeks I’ve been ill, on and off. I’ve been violently sick. I’ve been extremely hot. I’ve been extremely cold. I’ve been snotty, coughing, water streaming from my eyes and generally feeling horrible. As you can probably guess, I’m very pissed off with it indeed. I’ve not ridden a bike without feeling shite afterwards for weeks – my fitness must be taking a battering by now which will probably mean a mountain to climb next week when I WILL BE FEELING BETTER AND I WILL BE IN A RIDING AND RUNNING ROUTINE AGAIN.
My latest bout of illness started on Christmas morning, lasted all day, put me off my dinner, made playing with the kids a painful effort and has lasted all day today too. I was gutted this morning when I woke up to find that I felt just as bad as I did when I went to bed.
I’m blaming those walking germ-laden petri dishes, the kids It must be even less fun for them though.