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Since when did running get so difficult? I can manage 50 minutes on the treadmill, but on the road tonight, having realised I’d left it too late to swim (which I did yesterday anyway), I was in agony after just 15. I’ve not had a proper stitch in years.

This means one of three things:

1. I’m not fully recovered from the stinking cold.
2. I put in extra effort today.
3. Running on the treadmill doesn’t do much apart from give you a warm-up.

I’m going to tell myself it was option 2.

Anyhow, it made a change from sleeping, of which I seem to have done an inordinate amount this weekend, mainly from about 10 last night sitting in an armchair, when Trevor and Jon arrived for dinner and a film right through until 11 this morning. 13 hours straight. Even then I seem to have had no energy for anything more energetic than Photoshopping some pictures today and a bit of writing yesterday afternoon.

That said, my eyes are drooping as I sit here, so I think it’s time for bed. I have a feeling this could be a very long week.

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