Well the "lurgy" really took grip last night. In my throat.
Kept waking up at all hours with a burning throat and the sensation that I'd been eating broken glass. No sniffle, no cough.... just a bliddy sore throat.
So after a couple of croissants and jam that felt as though they were made out of rolled up sandpaper I took the plunge and went out for my Sunday run. Suffice to say I didn't do 16.
I'd carried out the old "neck check" and decided that it wasn't a head cold...but then again it wasn't in my chest. It was very much IN my neck. Couldn't remember what the wisdom of the ancients said about that... so just went out anyway (I know what it says about above the enck, or below the neck, but not "in" it).
Did 12 miles..... badly. Legs felt great, in fact I'm surprised how soon I got the old "bounce" back after last Sunday. Just felt that the heart rate was up a bit and the breathing was more laboured than it should be for the actual speed I was doing. Perhaps the "lurgy" is travelling south.
Ah well. Got back and tried to rest a bit by reading.
But sometimes getting the jazz to fit the book can be a problem. Just read a mystery based in eleventh century Japan "The Dragon Scroll" by I J Parker. Quite a good read to be honest. But even in my "moderately" large collection I'm finding it tough to find jazz that suits C11th Japan. So I just opted for "Nippon Soul" by Cannonball Adderley... a bit stereotypical but there you go.