I am sick.

I haven't been able to feel my feet for days, I can't remember the last time I went to bed without a hot water bottle, it is FREEZING.

Yet I'm not just looking forward to my run tomorrow, I'm actively excited about it. Even though it's not likely to get above freezing for much of the next few days.

I was counting down the days to my payday, not because I wanted to splurge my money on hookers and blow, but so I could treat myself to new trainers and running top.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE SLUG LIKE CREATURE I USED TO BE?

I am sick, but I kind of like it...