Virus

I took Dangerous' advice and went to my GP. First of all, gosh its difficult to get a GP appointment. Then went to work as it wasn't till PM and by the end of my mile walk into the office I was a sweaty dead grumpy man. Work happened then dizzy stroll back to car before racing to the surgery. En route I was thoroughly briefed on how wrong the doctor would be and what I had to negotiate. After this I spoke to my mother who gave me the same advice. Then I spoke by text to Dan who I think said I need a new bike and that a cold sea swim would make me better. The doctor checked me over thoroughly told me I have a virus and that I'm obviously knackered and not allowing myself enough drugs (why was I exercising and working? I didn't tell her about half marathon...). Ah ha! Says I, timidly, I knew you'd say that but I have a family history of lots (most of my ancestors are dead) and I want a blood test!

Weekend of real rest, drugs and not being silly and if no better then then she'd do that. She was convinced in her diagnosis.
Found my skipping rope when I got home. 30 seconds and my calf feels damaged. Maybe a weekend of niece birthday and time with family is just what the Janco, Wife, Mother, Doctor, Dangerous and Daughter asked for. I want to be whizzing on a bike and I'm certainly pining for the pool. And fjords. Should have installed McAfee.