April 22nd, 2013

wailing wall

I thought we'd be okay, me and my molasses.

Sick. Bleh.

Goddamn I picked up something nasty in Edmonton last week.

Right now I can't run much more than 15k-20k before I start hacking, coughing, wheezing and have to stop.

This means that unless I get a lot better in a hell of a hurry, next weekend's trip to Vancouver is off. And for the THIRD YEAR in a bloody row I will have to cancel my Vancouver Marathon registration.

There is something about this race that is just conspiring not to let me attend. If it's not one thing, it's another.