Woe, woe thrice woe. I have been brought down by some sort of flu type bug. Think of a mighty oak being felled and that is how I feel. I have not run for eight days so am getting pretty cranky, I am not pleasant to be with. Which some people may find surprising, because I think I am a pretty laid-back type. Others might think no change there then.

My running was going really well so at least I have that to look back on. My last run was with someone who was getting her longest run in preparing for her first half-marathon. As she is young and pretty it was an extremely pleasant sprint for me. Oh the joy of running.

I should be doing the Eastnor 12hr this weekend, but that is definitely out.

I am going to crawl back into bed now.