I’m with Cold

Health & unwellness

remember that cold I referred to last week, it’s still here. It’s got to the point of annoyingness, so I will try another tack, sleep really early- tonight try 22:30!

56 miles, is that all?

Theory:pre-illness

I have this theory, or is it a hypothesis, it goes like this:
This morning I woke up feeling mildly conscious that I may or may not have a cold coming on. Yesterday I had bags of energy, I chopped down a tree at 7 in the morning & thought the Lumberjack song. So is there a link?
Not with the song but having loads of energy before getting a cold. There are a few times that this has been noticable pre-illness in the past.

I rode 56 miles today, the route outwards was fine, but the return was tortuously slow. Now my tiredness matches a 70 mile ride so that nervous feeling of pre-cold has cost me 20 miles.

Later:Shopping

Remember my rant about Trust computer peripherals?: Well I found an online supplier that deals in Nisis replacement pens, they are identical apart from the colour. Ordered one replacement pen.

Never, not ever!

NEVER:Drink

Don’t ever if you need to do something creative. Which reminds me- I can’t belive how many times it was suggested over the years that trying drugs is a way of finding artistic inspiration. Maybe it’s an impression amongst uncreative people who have used the damned things, maybe they think that it would help. There is no way in hell that they could be more extremley wrong.

There’s a party going on downstairs. everybody is saying "Eek".

no way in hell.. Then they said "Eek!"

61.7 miles today, the Sunday run

The skies are full of drama today.
Sky:Deep blue, storms and crispy cauliflower clouds. The sun is warm and the rain cold, but not as cold as the damned hailstones. They really earned their name today, the stoney part anyway.

Saw something good today:
Just picture this
Imagine ghosts in the road against fresh black tarmac you only get them on days like this, and only from a certain angle just after the squall as the sun lights them up, catching them off-guard,they drift in panic.  Shaped like women in ballgowns, you know the ones with hoops underneath, they rush to the south east bending forward then curling their heads over as they maintian their elegant movement without footsteps. As they frantically drift over for cover, they are raked to death by blades of grass and barbed wire fences.

Such a short life. That reminds me of the events of two weeks ago but that’s another story.