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.

Feck.