Motivation for fatcats.
I am determined not to come down with it, but the snotty nose is growing snottier by the hour and I am losing the hearing in my right ear.
To counter this I have decided to ignore it. And to ignore it I thought I might just toodle off on what is probably my last real run before Monday. So, to whit.
Fatcat- 15k easy peasy lemon squeezy, slow and bobbly. Listening to new Foo Fighters album, not sure about it really, switched over to Roisin, sure about her.
Ah woosh and bleaugh. No, we will not take any notice.
I can promise you this. Even if I am suffering from bubonic plague, pleurisy and leprosy and I need to carry a bag around with me into which to place the lung I cough up, this marathon will be completed. No puny cold is going to stop me, no sirriebob. Not after this many months of training. Hear that noodleyone? Not that.
Labels: sneezing makes me blind.