Baby It's Cold Outside, and In.

Everything is in place;

I believe I've done enough training to get through the race,
Possibly enough training to finish in under five hours,
I've booked travel,
I've booked accommodation,
I've changed my accomodation,
I've missed the online registration for the marathon,
I've found out that there are no-limits on the number of participants,
I've bought Vaseline,
I've bought tape,
I've bought energy Gu.
I've maybe got a cold coming on.

In my lovely circle of friends, all courtesy of JenCor, there have been a couple of people with very bad colds - we've all joked that it's pig flu, but it actually might have been.  The three effected have been laid out in bed unable to do anything for days, and yesterday I got a tell tale feeling in my throat.

I don't know for sure that I'm coming down with anything, but I'm not taking any chances.

I'm staying in bed.

I've ran before with a 'bit of a cold' and it is terrible, so hopefully by eating lots of pasta, staying in bed and resting I'll stave off the cold.  Hopefully I'm not just delaying it.  I'm not going to cancel if I can get out of bed, but it will make the whole weekend an even more horrible experience.

No Snickering.