Basket.

Cold, wet and miserable. The weather mirrored the way I was feeling perfectly as I rode home on a bus that had truculently resisted arriving for nearly 20 minutes, struck down by the flu bug and given a day to rest by the camp medical officer. That's the second time in seven months I have fallen ill. During my student days I took sick about once every two or three years. I thought military service was supposed to make you healthier.

Perhaps it was a combination of running in CAT 1 weather (anyone who tries to tell me it wasn't thunderstorming at East Coast Park last Friday afternoon is either an enormous liar or without conscience) and over-exertion yesterday when I was already feeling the symptoms. But never mind, I'm now at home with an extra day to rest and slowly recovering. The world already looks a better place. I just wish the lozenges didn't make my tongue feel so damned weird.