My lungs are in a sorry state. Barely made a mile today. I can’t wait to shake the end of this cold (or has it just been a string of back-to-back-to-back colds?). I’ve hit my wall with it. I’m going to run it out of me. And tomorrow I’m going to run and swim it out of me. No more time for being sick. I didn’t have it to waste in the first place, but game over.