Quite how to recover or reschedule or reimagine the last four and a half months of 2017 after flu knocked me out, quite what to do isn’t clear to me yet. I haven’t even done the sums.
But on this chilly, blue-skied afternoon, still hacking away with a cough, I donned my swanky shorts and knee warmers, and headed out. Just half an hour, just 10 kms, but it felt as sweet as any outing this year. My lungs seemed not to know what had hit them, then they adjusted. I wasn’t fast but not slow either, 19 kms/hour. I spluttered quite a bit but my body knew what to do and at the end I felt rightly refreshed.
Tomorrow, let’s restart the jogging!