Feeling Sorry For Myself

I'm hoping, dear reader, that you are not appalled and turned off by self-pity.  I'm feeling all weak and virussy (not a word, I know) for the third time in around a month.  I'm thinking that this isn't fair.  Let's face it, I try pretty hard to keep myself fit and healthy and yet I get iller than the average ill person in Ilfracombe!

So?  So sponsor me!  Cheer me up.  Click on the tabs at the top of this blog, pledge money to Hope and Homes for Children, force me up off my sorry backside and get me running/cycling/swimming again.

To be fair, it is only Monday, and I did cycle yesterday and I ran the day before that.  I even managed a couple of jogs in the intense heat in Annapolis last week.  So i've had a day off, but I'm taking tomorrow off as well - no way to prepare for a triathlon.

By the way, there is an added interest this year.  My friend Martin.  He's doing it too.  And you know what that means.  Competition.  Sod the other 200 participants, got to beat Martin (I know he's thinking the same about me - probably got some sort of voodoo doll thing going - I know I would if I thought it would work).  Don't get me wrong, I want him to do really well, he's a mate!  Just not as well as me!!

So after that unedifying spectacle of whatever you call trying to beat your friends, I'm signing off with a "please sponsor me".  Read the links, see where your money went last year and where it will go again.  I'll get off my lazy arse and start training and tell you interesting tales of my sporting endeavours.

Thank you and goodnight!!