Contrary to what Robert Smith says, not all cats are grey. Mine definitely wasn't! He looked like a killer whale and had the size of one. He will never be forgotten. The new kids on the block are black as the night and tabby respectively. This blog contains my ramblings about them, running and life in general. I can't promise that any of it makes sense.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Sick... again
The week started well running wise: 19k in 2:06 hours. And I had plans for the weekend. Then, Friday morning I woke up coughing. On my way to work I bought some medicine, hoping that it would not be too late. But just after lunch I had to go home. I had fever and felt §$%&. Today the fever is down, but I am still coughing like an old man with a history of smoking. So no way can I excersise. Looks like the God of Marathons is not smiling on me this year.
Hope you get better soon - that's no fun.
ReplyDeleteThanks, chiefbiscuit! The fever is gone and tomorrow I will go back to work. It's true, it's no fun.
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