Mixed Feelings

Work work has taken up my all my headspace this week, to the extent that I only started thinking about packing for Italy this afternoon, a few hours before heading across to see E. It's been all-consuming this week, but I think my vision for the new product is now complete. It feels good to be owning this again.

This shot was taken through the kitchen window. I fear I've picked up a strange niggle from my final long run and I woke up with a sore throat this morning. This kind of thing often happens before a big race. Is it the body's way of telling me something, not happy about what I intend to put it through?