2007 - February

[El Gordo]

If I was able to hold up my hands AND type, that's what I would be doing now.

It's bad, yes. I had a couple of runs in the week after Almeria, then work took over for a bit, then I had that Lost weekend with my DVDs (rubbish excuse, I know), then last weekend up till midweek I was in Ireland with the job, and was enjoying expense-account meals too much for running. And now? Now I'm ill. Very groggy, heavy cold or some sort of flu I don't know but my head is throbbing and every time I cough I get pains in my ribcage.

Funnily enough, while sitting in a fantastic boozer in Limerick I wrote some notes for an entry in which I mentioned that I seem to write only when I run, so I should run. I've also had other writing tasks on the go.

Anyway, anyway. Look, I'm going to bed. I need a snooze. Perhaps when I wake I'll feel right as rain and get the Limerick entry written up. Man, the Guinness was celestial.