Spanish Flu

Another session on the park, which isn’t quite as long as yesterday’s because Doggo’s elderly limbs are playing up. Either that or he’s simply limping to get out of it. Then I decide to go for a run. I have the Loughborough Half Marathon next Sunday, so I guess I better start training for it.

I do our old Derby Road loop, which L and I used to do together when we first met, decades ago. It’s around 4.5 miles I believe and its hard work. Whether my legs are heavy because of skiing or just because I’ve barely ran recently, I’m not sure or perhaps it’s just too much holiday cake.

L has brought back Spanish or maybe French flu from our holiday and is ill or perhaps it’s cake poisoning. Anyhow we cancel tonight’s planned cinema trip.

(Sunday 17^th March)