Duffy Dose

No running.

Just drinking. Water, of course. And orange juice. Being sick away from home is the pits. Somehow crawling under the crisp hotel sheets is not the same as passing out from exhaustion on the couch under a warm homemade quilt.

My appetite is also insane. Last night for dinner I had a four pieces of garlic bread, a steak, a jacket potato, broccoli and carrots, onion rings and two Cokes. And then I was hungry when I got home.

I guess that's why they say "feed a cold".

Argh. Well, off to Hamburg tonight. So no chance to run until Sunday.