I wondered when it was going to kick in.
I felt rough on Sunday but waking up on Monday, I could feel a slight burning sensation in the top of my chest, the first sign I usually get of anything untowards. I started taking cold and flu tablets on Sunday but you never know if they do anything or not.
I got through Monday ok but by the time I got home, I felt zonked. I had to go to Tesco do to the weekly shop and the three carrier bags felt so heavy as I walked to the bus stop, a weird feeling given the amount of weights I've been able to lift, push and pull recently. My arms felt like they were being pulled from their sockets.
Dinner was an easy affair. Lentil soup followed by some pasta. Job done.
Chilled for an hour, done the washing up, cleaned my kitchen and bathroom then collapsed in a heap on the sofa and didnt move for a couple of hours.
Now that in itself is rare for me, collapsing in a heap? Surely not.
The thought of running or going to the Gym was out of the question, sadly. Bloody annoying to say the least when I've only got another 49 miles to run to hit the 1,000 mile target for the year.