Physician, Heal Thyself

Blast, blast and triple blast. I have an URTI.

Have done really, really well and lasted the entire winter without coming down with any Lurgy (but being very careful in touching wood and not crowing too much about the fact), eight weeks before the London Marathon, I've got the grot.

It's not too bad, but it seems to have targetted my larynx, so it's been quite quiet over the last couple of days for me as the only way I can speak is in a low-volume husky croak. The main beneficiaries have been my husband (no nagging), receptionists at work (no gossiping) and, vicariously, some of my patients (highly amused that doctors get colds too).

I am keeping fingers crossed that it stays at larynx level, and doesn't feel any inclination to head further south. I need to get well and back to the training ASAP - I'm supposed to be running 16 miles this Thursday.

In other news, having been unable to run, I have geekily been statistically analysing my runs over the last two months. In February, despite having a week off for snow, I ran 50 miles and was on my feet for a total of 10 hours. That is quite depressing...