May's been a funny month so far, a bit up and down. After an enjoyable run in the Highland Fling race I had a sensible week of about 35 miles, with nothing longer than 15 and all pretty slow. Then I picked up some sort of cold-type virus and didn't run for a week. The following week I felt a bit better, and we were going to a friends' house in the Lakes for 4 days, so I spent some time walking fairly sedately up hills and jogging down, resulting in just over 60 rewarding miles, but returning home for a "proper" 5 mile run seemed to put me back to square one again. Another few days frustrating inactivity and I went to the doctor, resulting in a confirmation of no chest problems so I can go out and play again and a weeks worth of antibiotics in case it's an infection. I'm hoping to get running again tomorrow or the next day. But these things happen, you just have to be philosophical and let them take their course. I've done the miles, missing a week or two won't hurt, particularly at my end of the field. I'm just happy that I can still get out and do this stuff.
So I'm looking forward to a week without "jobs to be done" then a hundred miles around a bit of Scotland of which I only know one small corner. What more could you want?