Due to that and yesterday's threats from poppypug I donned my training outfit - had to wear black, the poppers kept coming open on the white - put plastic bags over the sandals (keep the mud off), a paper bag over my head (stop anyone recognising me) and ventured beyond the city gates.
I now feel more like a centenarian than a centurion but it will improve, surely it must.
I have repaired to my villa where I am reclining by the pool, eating peeled grapes and wondering if my heart rate will get back to normal before Wednesday.