I ain't running and it ain't pretty

And now my sense of humour has completely deserted me. One hundred little warty things on one finger – and trust me it’s everywhere so no fun bobby here thinking there might be as many as a million of them over my blotchy purple body mass. Never had a medicine allergy before and frankly I don’t want another - looking forward to 8am tomorrow so I can see the doc – Save me from this lumpy, scratchy, parasitic purgatory please doc. Seriously embarrassing too – I had a sports massage booked for Friday but cancelling that – even if the rashy thing is subsiding I wouldn’t subject anyone to touching my scales. My eyes are now proverbial p*ssholes in the snow and yes people I am feeling very fucking sorry for myself.

The good news is that yesterday I was feeling guilty for not running; now the running feels guilty for calling me. And part of me thinks that if only I hadn’t caught the running bug then none of this would be occurring and I could be happily going through the trouser sizes closing my arteries steadily but then the other part thinks – I am never accepting a prescription again from anyone who is not my GP and with all these rest days under my belt how good is the next run going to be – sad addict that I am.

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