Had a lovely five weeks in rural France with three runs a week of 6,7&8km. Nothing too demanding down quiet French lanes. The trees were in full blossom and it really felt as though summer had arrived.
Then we got to the Tunnel last Thursday and my better half started with a small but persistent cough. It degenerated into full hacking cough, sneezing and a dreadful headache. Back home, she tested positive for Covid and is now resting in bed. It seems like a really heavy cold and now today, Mayday, my chest is feeling constricted and I have a little dry cough. I’ll test myself tomorrow but I suspect I’ve got the damned virus. Therefore, I probably won’t feel like going for my Monday morning run! I suspect I’ll retain my general level of fitness for a couple of weeks but feel frustrated to get this now. Oh well, if I have it, I suppose I’m lucky it will probably be the Omicron strain so not too serious.