Not Wonder Woman!

I thought I was Wonder Woman. Really I did... It appears that, sadly, I am not... not only have I now got a stinker of a cold (I blame the aeroplane home from Italy) but there also aren't enough hours in the day to do everything I think I should be doing.

Last time I had a bug I 'trained through it' and it hung around for 6 weeks, so it was obviously a Bad Move. So this time I think I'll be nice to myself and not train. Eat well, drink lots of fluids (and not necessarily always gin, that's how seriously I'm taking this) go to bed early and rest. Except yesterday when I was doing PR stuff for the band and making cakes. And all of this week when I'm working...

I've had the instructions for the Mud Race on Saturday - it describes it as 'gruelling' with 'brambles' and suggests long trousers. I shall make do with my running trousers, long stripey socks (nearly dead so they can be finished off in the mud) and my older trainers.

It's a pity I'm not Wonder Woman - it means I can't wear the flash outfit, for a start. Why did I always vaguely associate it with being made from a Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket? Strange but true...

I shall attempt to de-bug myself and go like the clappers on Saturday.

But they might be slow clappers...