I’m finally embracing my Voltarol Years – and the prospect of Death
THE OTHER day, disgusted with myself after a weekend of sinking lager beers in the garden, I forced myself out for a punishment run in the late summer heat.
I cajoled the legs into completing a slow 10k and felt better. Less trashed, that is.
For the rest of the day, I sat working at the computer. But, by knocking-off time, found I’d seized up, tighter than a Tory’s tear duct.
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Sweating doesn’t just boil bad stuff out of us – it makes room for creativity and our better selves
OH, I NEEDED that!
I’ve just run a fast five miles because I was turning into a bit of a nasty bastard at home.
It’s never a good sign when I threaten the cat with a kicking – swearing and jabbing a forefinger at him like someone I was squaring up to in a pub – and just because he keeps getting under my feet.
But I’ve been feeling tired, stressed, and a bit ill for the past couple of days.
I had a couple of pre-holiday vaccinations 48 hours ago and have been sniffing and sneezing quite a bit.
It’s probably just the injections but – like everyone else in the world – I’m secretly terrified that Covid-19 has tracked me down.
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