After successfully completing my glorious hike on Gozo just over a week ago I thought that my fitness levels were at long last sufficient to kickstart my running regime. A return to the beginning of the Couch to 5K plan was envisaged building up to a full blown run around the block at the pace I could manage. But I felt inexplicably tired over the weekend. By Sunday night the reason for this had become clear. As is traditional for the festive period I have a stinking cold.
Now the common cold is a funny beastie. At night I am coughing and spluttering. Currently I have someone on my caseload who can't sleep and feels need to phone me on a daily basis to share their nightly experiences. The sleep pattern they describe parallels my own. The difference is that they are retired and I continue with my day to day regime!
At times, this is an illness that makes you feel as rough as rats. It's so unpleasant it seems serious. When I get up in the morning it's like that but as I move about I feel a bit better, certainly not ill enough to stay in bed. So I burst through the office door with the sexiest deep husky voice known to mankind but feeling sort of okay. As the day goes on the lurgy seems to take it toll and I feel rougher and rougher. I've been crawling back between the sheets soon after I get home.
Fingers crossed that I'm improved by the weekend. I've lots planned from Friday onwards. And today's illustration? Well it's a hankerchief tree. I thought it was prettier than a box of tissues!