All figured out.

Okay, so life is crazy right now. Mostly in a good way. Lots of work stuff happening, some fun stuff, and some that's just, well, stuff.
I was away in London this week and didn't get a single run in. Why? Because I ended up with a fucking cold, that's why. Flash back three years and I had a cold every month right after deadline. I think I might know why, or at least part of it, now though. I think the key, or the foundation if you like, to good health is sleep. Plenty of it. That's what I lacked this week (i don't sleep well when away from WonderWife) and I ended up feeling dreadful.
Not a single run. Marathon is just three months away. Fuck.