My last week at work before a long-overdue week off, so naturally I’ve come down with some kind of lurgi. Probably not Covid (I did a test, which may have been out of date), but not sure whether it’s a mild flu or just a bad cold (probably the latter, but I did have a slight temperature and I’ve had my flu jab so I assume symptoms would be milder). It started with on Wednesday with that kind of mild sore throat that you barely notice other than in its capacity as a harbinger of worse to come. Then I snuffled my way through work on Thursday (if I hadn’t left my laptop at work I’d have stayed home), before making a poor decision to join in with the evening’s TTT (although very much intending to delete the “Tempo” aspect and just make it a Thursday Ten). With the Christmas pub crawl version coming up, I needed to run at least one in November to “qualify”, although it’s all just a bit of fun and no-one would actually stop me from going. The first half didn’t go too badly at a dialled-back pace, then it got progressively harder on the way back. Fortunately Robin was having an equally terrible time of it, and Jason was happy to pretend he couldn’t have gone faster, so at least we all had company for the slow slog back. It ended up being my slowest ever, by about four minutes.
On the very slow jog home afterwards, my Garmin popped up a performance condition notification of ?20. I checked, and yes, that’s the worst it’s possible to be! When I got home I made myself a curry, and not only made it too spicy (not a phrase you’ll often hear me say) but also picked up the wrong jar and tipped a load of mixed spice in. I’d made a bit much for one portion, but not enough for two, but I soldiered through, hoping the chillis would help attack the cold.
On Friday I half-heartedly worked from home, tying up loose ends ready to switch off and ignore the corporate world for a week. Then I had a ludicrously early night. I was in bed for nearly 12 hours, but my watch said I’d only had about seven hours’ sleep (and not good sleep, at that). Not being one to learn from my mistakes, I went and trundled round parkrun at a very pedestrian pace (coming down the hills slower than I’d go up them on one of the rare occasions when I actually attack the course). Then a quick trip home for a shower and back into town to catch the Camra Real Ale Runabout bus, with a much bigger group than last year or the one before. This time it took us out to Halesworth and back via the Grain brewery. As it’s my birthday on Monday, Jo surprised me with a Colin the Caterpillar cake. Nigel took another photo of us all in front of the bus, so there’s a chance we might make the magazine cover again!
Sunday was mostly spent sitting around trying not to cough, after another long night of poor-quality sleep. I’m hoping I’ll feel better tomorrow, so I can spend my holiday (and my birthday) still not doing anything, but only due to laziness!