Cold is a four letter word

I gave in. I was up most of last night because I was unable to breathe and my head was pounding. My head felt like it was filled with cotton.

I didn’t go in to work today either and certainly no running. I got up long enough to phone in sick and then went back to try and get some intermittent sleep while drugged up on decongestant and paracetemol.

Good news? I can now breathe through my right nostril and my head isn’t pounding anymore. It’s a small achievement but they all count.

I’ve decided that I’m going to bed early (when I’m done writing this) and I’m going to try and run in the morning.

Run? Yes, I said run.

I know it may sound crazy to some, but running causes adrenaline which helps clear congestion (I’ve been reading up today). Also, as long as the cold is above the neck and I only run at about 75% effort then I should be fine.

I’m just so desperate to make sure I’m ready for the Reading Half Marathon because it is only just over three weeks away; this means I don’t want to miss out on any training runs if I can help it.

I have also got things I need to be getting on with at work (as stressful as it’s been there lately) and I could do without things like a c-o-l-d interupting me midweek.

That’s it for now.  Sleepy time for me.  I’ll let you know tomorrow whether I survived.

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