Cold Wee Crossing

I've not had one for a long time, but now I remember how annoying it is to have a cold. In my mind there are two types of colds - Type A, the one that makes daily life a struggle and confines you to bed, and Type B, the watered-down version that leaves you continually sniffly but at least with your wits together and able to function. I'm lucky I've transitioned to the latter and hopefully won't relapse, but was out for a few days. This morning I did a short run of about 30 minutes and did two 400s: the first in 70, the next in 72 - surprising since the last time I did one I couldn't go any better than 90s. I'd like to see what it's like when I'm feeling more up to it.

Things are drying up and while we've been lucky not to have been waterlogged, other areas in the country aren't. In some places drinking water has been contaminated by the floods and people have to either buy gallons of bottled water, or, in more habitable areas, wait for the water trucks to arrive and fill up whatever receptacle they can find. This being Britain, some water trucks have been contaminated by a$$hole$ urinating in them. It's hard to imagine that even in times of difficulty people will still resort to anti-social behaviour, but then again, this is "Grrrrrrrreat!" Britain, and few things really surprise me nowadays.

One thing that does leave me flabbergasted, though, is a seeming lack of awareness among some teachers in our summer school. Every Wednesday we trot down to museums for a visit. The route takes 25-30 minutes and we have to cross seven or eight roads, some with lights, some without. At some of those roads with lights, the man goes from red to green to red again under ten seconds, and we have to be careful not to be caught trying to cross while the impatient London motorists rev their engines. And traffic seems relentless, from all directions, at unmanned crossings. There were seven teachers last week policing about 80 kids, but instead of spreading themselves out, four of the teachers clustered at the back, while this lady and I were left to manage about 40 students between us. And one teacher crossed the road with a group of kids just as the lights turned green for the drivers. Come on, Hammerheads.

Weights tonight, and I expect to do a short run and some intervals again tomorrow evening, if I survive the trip. Happy running!