On Sunday morning the weather's nice and bright, but a cold has crept up on me over night
With extra layers on I head for the canal, I use a different route to stop my run feeling banal
After five munites my legs feel like lead, and I swear that there's only sand in my head
I head back to home and lemsip and sudafed, grab a quick shower then back to bed
I forget to blog and drift off to sleep, I'm out for there's count no counting sheep
In the evening I wake up and go stuff my face, then straight back to bed, what a disgrace
I guess thats me out of the runnings for Janathon, but for fitness sake I think I'll carry on
On a beautiful day, it's a shame to waste Sunday, but stuffed with cold It wasn't a fun day
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