I'm still not completely recovered from my cold, although I'm a lot better. But I dreamt about running last night. While falling asleep I thought about how I would get up early (for a Sunday) and at least give it a try. I wouldn't have to run the whole way. But I HAD TO get out. So I did.
No cough while running, but a fair bit of spluttering afterwards. It was worth it though. I wasn't fast by any means (Well let's face it I never am) but I ran for 30 mins with comparative ease (how cool is that - wouldn't have believed it possible 2 months ago!) and I enjoyed myself. I decided not to overdo it and stopped at 4 k - the only problem with that is being 1 km away from home and cooling down really quickly (it's only 3 degrees C here).
But what a good feeling! No gremlins, rather the opposite - those pixies telling me to keep going and the sensible part of me warning me not to overdo it.
So the first run after the dreaded lurgy is now done. It can only get better! I'm really looking forward to next week now!