Sunday, March 3, 2013

Sniff sniff cough

The Melodeon Master is wonderful.  He cooks my meals, looks after me when I do events, tolerates my weird and varied training times and shares everything on an entirely selfless 'what's mine is yours' basis.

And now he's given me his thoroughly snotty thick-headed cold.  Gee, thanks.

So it's been a week of entirely non-training, apart from a quick 4k run with Freaky Running Dog on Friday where I puffed quite a lot, breathed through my mouth and listened to her squeaking on the twiggy bits.

I did the only thing I could do in a week of non-training.

I entered a triathlon.

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