Having a cold sucks!

AAAATTTIIISSSCCCHHOOOO...ah...crap

With one week to go to France paragliding I seem to have caught the slightly less pandemic flu strain of 'kid-flu' occupational hazard I suppose.

I also seemed to have aquired apathy and lethargy as added extras. I seem to have just enough effort to go and whinge next to BF who is playing guitar hero...my...head....

So no running today. I went yesterday. I am on week 6 which is phase 2.-2 minutes of running and 2 minutes of walking. Man alive it was hard, but worth it as when I came back and had another argument with my scales I decided to measure myself instead and found I have lost an inch off most of the places I have measured...how cool is that! Damn those scales!!!

Back to the paragliding. Have now ordered a helmet, have all my clothes, lots of mini travel shampoos etc and all I need now is Euros.

I am quite excited and am looking forward to it. I actually have no idea what I am doing, Ive read a bit of a book, but I dont think its going to prepare me for what it will actually be like. Last July I went on a tandem flight and I cant even describe the peace and beauty and awe of it all. BF has been great about it all, especially driving to Brighton last weekend just for me to try on a flying suit that I didnt even buy.

So... with a week left to go, I catch a cold and have been told to get better and that BF does not want to be infected by it...charming...he has a point though. Driving 10 hours to the south of France next weekend and I dont want to be coughing and sneezing all of the way. Isnt it typical though!

Im going to drink my hot honey and lemon tea now and be a good patient...ahem...