How the hell could I have run my second best Parkrun time and at the same time had my worst position? The nearest available run seemed to be the highest standard Parkrun in the country. This is a good thing. I don’t like doing well with bad times.Yes, this was a 25th December run. And there were many, many more runners.

Sobember continues, and only once was I slightly tempted by an open bottle of red wine, and maybe a third of a bottle of prosecco, and maybe a pint of Guinness, and that appears to be everything. It’s what helped me get up and run a good time this morning

I’m sleepy.

What day is it? What happened? And Where am I?

Yeah. I’ve left it a couple of days. It’s late on 28th Dec and I’ve been home since Boxing Day. This morning at 0500 was my – have I caught my Christmas cold ? – day. I’ve never gargled salty water for a sore throat, but I felt the need to, this morning. With a bit of luck, I won’t go down with anything. To make sure, I’ve been on paracetamol, ibuprofen, and Vicks Vapour Rub. I bought, lemons, ginger, honey, and cloves. Cloves are always a sign of illness. It’s a bit like dogs eating grass when they are sick.

Tomorrow is Saturday, which means Parkrun day. My hip is better, my sore hamstrings feel good enough for running, I’ve had a Lemsip Max, a spoonful of honey, and I will smell of menthol for a couple of days. I will run! Otherwise, I’ll be watching movies all day tomorrow, and trying my hardest to cram the French language in to my head.

I had a minor brief panic during my sore throat moment this morning. But I’m going to push on with the plan of taking the whole of January off. That way, I’ll be chilled, smarter, and more in control of the important things.

I must stop making this in to diary. That breaks my first rule.