Lately I seem to have any number of ailments, I'm whinging so much that I'm starting to shit myself, and coming up to a race (Nepean) I'm laid up. Plus I think Tamsyn Lewis is a moaning self indulgent princess. There you go, proof. I've become Jana Pitman.
Monday and Tuesday a complete write-off. Tonight I at least got to the gym for 50 mintues of weights and ROM exercises. Still coughing up fur balls if I breathe too hard, and pumping out snot like Jabba, but will shoot for a little indoor spinning on the bike tomorrow morning.
Week and a half to Nepean. A world of ugliness heading my way I suspect, but would happily take it now rather than in 28 weeks if it was a choice.
Hangin' in.
W
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