The cold is in the final stages now but i still have a chesty sort of cough. The whole family has been suffering with it including little Tom. I managed a few more 4 milers and i am now just and only just starting to get some sort of strength back. It’s remarkable how much fitness you lose in just a couple of weeks.
For those of you that don’t know JogBlog has started a new site/blog and is well worth checking out.
For no apparent reason that’s me with the fair hair with my brother sometime in the 1970’s when we lived in Croydon.
This is the sound i make all day with the new cough who has decided to join in. When i go for a run it goes away but it comes back the moment i walk into the house. It seems to know it’s been away for a short period of time and obviously decides to make up for it because my chest sounds like a bag of marbles in a large metal tin shaken by a 4 year old.
Well i managed to do a 4 miler on Friday and when i got back from doing a little overtime at work this morning i did another 4 miles. Getting slightly high on the medicine i am taking or is that all the Coffee i had today?